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

Signs of a maddening system of writing and counting that calibrates the values of something the poet does not yet know. Praxis is therefore poetics.

At a certain point, the struggles with teaching and mothering and so on and so forth, those decline, those lessen.

Working women went through a time when they believed that.

One should be able to teach adequately and feel good about it.

[Cancer] didn't make me more intense about not working more and just having fun more. It didn't do that either. 

New formalism is writing with language as flow, like the flow from a dam, running through a desert that has had no rain for decades.