I'm not sure why my muse is female, except when I am deliberately playing against that figure.

The crows live in the world like you do. They are part of nature.

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

Crows appear in many of my new unpublished poems.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.

Quite a while ago, I made a conscious choice to place my teaching first, so it was very ego-invested. That decision wasn't a good thing in some ways.

This condition [irony] has nothing to do with writer's block, a psychological syndrome, which is one of the few I have not diagnosed for myself!

One arrives at a recognition that one needs to be distracted.