I have experienced healing through other writers' poetry, but there's no way I can sit down to write in the hope a poem will have healing potential. If I do, I'll write a bad poem.

Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.

The pull between sound and syntax creates a kind of musical tension in the language that interests me.

You happened to me. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.

The woman poet must be either a sexless, reclusive eccentric, with nothing to say specifically to women, or a brilliant, tragic, tortured suicide.

I started to send my work to journals when I was 26, which was just a question of when I got the courage up. They were mostly journals I had been reading for the previous six or seven years.

There is something very satisfactory about being in the middle of something.