If I loved someone enough, I would go anywhere in the world with them." —Staggerlee

My favorite reader is one that revisits books and gets something new out of them each time.

I always say I write because I have lots of questions, not because I have any answers.

As a poet who has the tools for interpreting the poem differently, you can begin to deconstruct it. But the human being who's like, "I know about conversation, I know about language, I know about hard times," will approach the poem differently.

I've learned about marrying poetry and prose and making both accessible.

Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.

A long time ago, Anne used to talk about energy - how that was all that love was - ions connecting across synapses of time and air. Don't rationalize, she'd say. None of it will ever make sense. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. Anne was right. None of it made any sense.