I love being part of poetry conversations. I love talking about what I've read.

I question my own talent and ability to make creative work every single day.

I'm a total bottoms-up kind of person. I like things to bubble up.

Most people are trying to go digital, and trying to do different things with poetry. McSweeney's is going in the opposite direction - going more classic, and retro, which is all coming back.

For the most part, it's a world of artists that are very in their own heads.

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 feel like I give myself all day long to other people and other things, and I still seem like I have something to write once in awhile. Not often, though.