I don't know where to place my body. Everyone notices that about me. I'm very restless.

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

Poetry has roots, and sometimes they are aerial. Sometimes they are buried.

Crows appear in many of my new unpublished poems. In these walks, they take on a symbolic life apart from their irritating, undeniable, interruptive presence. I figure them differently.

"Stop Already" is a fairly new poem in a group that was just published by Feminist Studies, which is why I sent them to you.

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

My recent retirement from full-time teaching to the status of research professor at University of California-Santa Barbara (UCSB) encouraged me to come out, so to speak.