I'm interested in the self. And in the limits and transformations of self. And in self presentation. And in doubt. And in playing with the audience's expectations. But I don't like dressing up like on Halloween.

I HATE HALLOWEEN. This makes me VERY unpopular.

Humor is essential to survival. Funny poems are vastly underrated. Very underwritten.

It's hard for me to find humor in my current non-writing situation.

Lizzie Harris's Stop Wanting is an unflinching book about a girlhood filled with violence, doubt, vulnerability, and loss. These gorgeously crafted and hauntingly memorable poems are a bleak place full of life, prayer, and the kind of answers only poems like these can provide.

I'm in a hard place now. A very silent place. And I'm struggling to either accept this or drag myself out of it.

I don't write very much about penises. More than some poets but not perhaps as much as I should.