Breath and brevity are sisters; the long-winded is an enemy who muffles your heartbeat.

I have some weak poems in that new collection, which is why I'm not ready to send the collection out yet.

These commonplace categories - wife, mother, housewife, teacher - are in fact teleological referents. They gesture to profound states of being that animate, absorb and saturate the subject, like indelible dyes spilled repeatedly over a plain fabric. No matter if the fabric is sturdy or delicate, translucent or opaque, those dyes will stain. They will color the days and years and life.

Singing has nothing to do with poetry, except as twins separated at birth.

In Among the White Moon Faces, I wrote about my desire to be a writer as rooted in my obsessive hours of reading English novels and poetry. It was that spur, that desire, that pushed me to set aside love and marriage in my early twenties.

Heterosexuality - whichever gender you are - says that the other gender is very important to you.

I always wanted to be pretty as a girl, although I believed it was not possible.