I have poetic failures all the time. Many failed poems. I try not to publish those, though some have slipped into each book, since I can't always tell they're failures until later... or I don't want to admit that they are.

I certainly believe you can write a narrative lyric or a lyrical narrative - why not a nyric or a larrative?

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

I think there are people who do write regionally, because that's their subject matter - the way the sunset looks over a strip mall, memories of flirting at the ice rink, waking up to a deer at the window... Up to now, that hasn't been mine.

I'm all over my poems, even if their relation to my everyday life is that of dream to reality.

I grew up spending time at my grandmother's farm in Germany and she lived a few kilometers away from the border between east and west Germany. It was so strange that roads which used to connect two towns now ended in the middle.

Having my poems set to music by Eric Moe has completely knocked my socks off.