A lot of people are writing poems and don't realize it. They have this limited idea of how the poem should sound or what subjects it should address.

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.

Not everyone is going to like every carnival ride.

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

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).