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

Just because suddenly you have a sabbatical doesn't mean that the writing occasion comes to you.

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

I want, I want, I want! We never grow out of it somehow. Unless we become Buddhists, maybe.

Agency over one's sexual self - and the articulation of that kind of agency - might seem transgressive to readers who don't expect it in a woman's text.

I only submit the poems I think are the strongest.

Crows appear in many of my new unpublished poems.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.