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

I HATE HALLOWEEN. This makes me VERY unpopular.

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

I like the way the prose and poetry interact.

I'm fascinated by but afraid of animals.

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