I think my brain is full of collisions and that's how I like to read and process information. I'm always comparing things and I think I do that subconsciously when I'm reading books of poetry.

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

I think I've always felt very isolated, and I'm sure lots of poets do.

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

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

People who are too uptight make me nervous.