I've always wanted editors that actually edited my poems.

Most of my writing friends are working in academia. Most of my business school friends are always talking about bringing companies public, and money, and making money, and lots and lots of money. It's just a different environment.

I've always been intrigued with the male characters in novels like 'Pride and Prejudice' such as Mr. Darcy, and this poem is part of a series of poems that explore desire and obsessions. The poems have been sitting in a drawer for a few years, so I decided to dust them off and work on them again since I have not written a new poem in more than three years. I'm not sure anything will become of the series, but at least it gives me something to work on in a period where I feel very uncreative.

Our lives are short and everything sort of regresses to the mean.

I think my way of being "funny" is just saying things that people think but have learned not to say, whereas, I haven't learned not to say them.

I can't help but go against the grain, I suppose it is in my fabric to be a rule-breaker.

I think being a poet, period, is isolating.