I let my narrative embroidering impulses take over in prose poems.

Some of my favorite poems are "confessional" poems written in the voices of aliens ("Southbound on the Freeway" by May Swenson" and "Report from the Surface" by Anthony McCann), sheep ("Snow Line" by John Berryman) or a yak ("The Only Yak in Batesville, Virginia" by Oni Buchanan).

I guess I'm a bit of a projector - my emotions tend to get translated into different, fanciful situations.

Writing directly from a feeling of anger or sadness is difficult, but if you distract part of your brain with word games, the ignored emotion often tiptoes in.

If you were going to make sculptures of them, the swivel poems would be disparate objects all attached with hinges and the prose poems would be small sheep wrapped in extra wool.

I do have a tendency to invest inanimate objects with human qualities.

I would love to collaborate on a graphic novel with an artist - I'm terrible at drawing but I really love that genre.