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

The whole process of getting a book published is just part of the process. The last of the process that I enjo

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

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.

I think e-mail and social media and all that has made me feel way less isolated than ever before.

We're all just a part of this large, spiraling, constantly fluid hierarchy and changing. At some points in your life, you feel crushed by that, depending on who you come in contact with.

Sometimes I feel like I'm on top of the world, and other mornings I feel like crap.