I try to attach myself to things around me so that they don't slip away.

I'm really interested in what you remember, how you remember, what your perspective is as opposed to somebody else's.

If it's a drop of dew, it will dissolve.

I can't remember the past, or I can't see very clearly, or I've gotten older and the person I was isn't there anymore, and the place I grew up isn't where I live now.

One of the things I've always thought is that if I were to write a poetics, it would have to do with the poetics of failure, and the way in which all the things that you claim or that you try for are already based on the limits of language.

I'm in California, so I know people who are natives who tell me there's lots of weather here, but it's not the same as being in Vermont. Since I grew up on the East Coast I miss that weather all the time. You'd think I'd get used to not having it, but I don't.

Often poets fall into groups that exclude others, and don't pay attention to those who write in different ways. It seems so limited to me.