I believe poetry has very little to do with memory.

There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.

The first book I could call mine, my first book, was a picture book, The Magic Monkey - it was adapted from an old Chinese legend by a thirteen-year-old prodigy named Plato Chan with the help of his sister.

That soldiers do terrible things during wartime should not surprise us.

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart.

Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you're taught to do when you're lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.

I get inspired by my friends, and if a friend is a writer, that is even deeper.