Poetic success is when you write a poem that makes you excited and bewildered and aglow.

People "confess" can be wildly different. I might go into the confessional and say, "Father, what is my obsession with miniatures?"

Poems tend to have instructions for how to read them embedded in their language.

I don't see much difference between prose poems and flash fiction (I've often taught the latter as the former), but then I also don't see that much difference between art and poetry.

I have a vague memory of seeing an image of a child in an iron lung and the phrase "sad little breathing machine" coming into my head. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that on certain days - the worse ones - we could all be described as sad little breathing machines.

I am charmed by concrete poetry (but it's very hard to do well, I think) and in general by the idea of mixing the visual and the textual.

Erasures are interesting to me because they prove what particular sieves we all are.