While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.

People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.

Memory is sweet. Even when it’s painful, memory is sweet.

We suffer each other to have each other a while.

Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.

That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a little too wild for you, so there's this tension between what you can do and what the horse decides it's going to do.

Our bodies look solid, but they arent. Were like a fountain. A fountain of water looks solid, but you can put your fingers right through it. Our bodies look like things, but theres no thingness to them.