I love when I meet generous poets, and generous meaning nice people, who give to the poetry community, who do interviews, read other people's books, and talk about them, spread the...love, I guess. That means a lot to me.

My gut was always that if I taught students poetry, I would give too much of myself to them and have nothing left.

I think I love humor in poetry, but not that slapstick cheap easy humor, but that uncomfortable, "did she say that out loud?" kind of humor.

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

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

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.

In general, I find that poets spend a lot of time thinking about themselves, and not a lot of time thinking about other poets, or other poetry. Unless they think about how it affects them, or how it could impact them.