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 have a longing for wilderness and for greenness. I wish I were a person who longed for animals, but I'm not.

I think humor and terror are very closely related.

I don't remember ever dressing up for Halloween but I must have. I do not like dressing up at all.

I'm even afraid of kittens. They bite too! But I respect animals.

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

I like the way the prose and poetry interact.