[My muse] she's impatient with me, because I don't do what I should do: sit down and write.

I have a muse who's very powerful, but I'm still a hopeless deadbeat of a poet.

The crows that are predatory are something you have to deal with. For me, they also become associated with cancer cells.

It's as if I'm setting aside the husband and son, you know, the patriarchal world, for the world of the muse. This is the world of writing.

"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.

Poetry has roots, but they are sometimes cut off and still poetry is written.

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