In a way, this kind of insight or recognition often permeates the way I think of character, how I plot action, and the way in which I use imagery, seeing binaries as false.

After Fifty Shades of Grey, I think my writing is pretty tame, isn't it?

In recent poems, I have abandoned the theme of not being able to write for an even more obsessive subject, the nature of language, particularly English, in the formation of my imagination and being.

Free verse is chained in sentence-to-sentence links and breaks free in line breaks.

In some ways it is absurd for me to assert, counter to evidence, that I have not been writing.

"Time" does not mean "occasion."

With so many brothers, I could always find a pair of shorts to borrow and run around in.