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

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

The problem of the female body is not something that I've studied, but my memoir does treat that theme.

I don't really get into the power sufficiently, and that's also a problem for me.

Crows appear in many of my new unpublished poems.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.

Particularly in relationship to my father - there's something that daughters, girl children, do almost instinctually in their relationships with their father, so that physically, those boundaries must be respected and never crossed.

I can't imagine otherwise - I guess Virginia Woolf could write wonderful novels where the women never have sex, and her novels work. But for me, I don't think I could write a plot without sex happening somewhere.