I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.

The bell that measures time is ringing

Like many modern poets, I tend to conceal rhymes by placing them in the middle of lines, and to avoid immediate alliteration and assonance in favor of echoes placed later in the poems.

I grew up in the golden age of Flash Gordon and sci-fi.

Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.

You will always have partial points of view, and you'll always have the story behind the story that hasn't come out yet. And any form of journalism you're involved with is going to be up against a biased viewpoint and partial knowledge.

There's blood, a taste I remember. It tastes of orange popsicles, penny gumballs, red licorice, gnawed hair, dirty ice.