I HATE HALLOWEEN. This makes me VERY unpopular.

Very little of my time is spent thinking about poetry, except the time I spend in class.

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 am only able to be honest. And sometimes my view of the world is pretty dark. But still funny.

Penises are literally all around me all the time, and have a lot of influence on the world, on my world.

I am interested in the movement of my own thoughts and in trying make the poems feel more accurate to experience, including the experience of thinking.

I like the way the prose and poetry interact.