For me, a poem is an opportunity to kind of interrogate myself a little bit.

So much of my poetry begins with something that I can describe in visual terms, so thinking about distance, thinking about how life begins and what might be watching us.

Often it is a moment rather than an event that makes a poem.

time never stops, but does it end? and how many livesbefore take-off, before we find ourselves beyond ourselves, all glam-glow, all twinkle and gold?

Keetje Kuipers' poems are daring, formally beautiful and driven by rich imagery and startling ideas.

Everything that disappears/Disappears as if returning somewhere

History, with its hard spine & dog-eared Corners, will be replaced with nuance, Just like the dinosaurs gave way To mounds and mounds of ice.

When I was young, my father was lord Of a small kingdom: a wife, a garden, Kids for whom his word was Word. It took years for my view to harden, To shrink him to human size.

I've been beating my head all day long on the same six lines.

If I call it pain, and try to touch it With my hands, my own life, It lies still and the music thins, A pulse felt for through garments.

I grew up in northern California in a town called Fairfield, which is kind of exactly between San Francisco and Sacramento, a small suburb. And I'm the youngest of five children.

the idea of being invisibly alone in a crowd of strangers is so tempting for a number of introverts...or maybe for loneliness?

We are always getting ready to live but never living.

And may I live the remainder of my life ... for myself may there be plenty of books and many years' store of the fruits of the earth!

I think we d like life to be like a train..but it turns out to be a sailboat.

If you always start with the worst hand, you never have a bad-beat story to tell.

The Norwegian response to violence is more democracy, more openness and greater political participation.

Instead of doing the best thing, we sometimes have to settle for the rightest thing.

By trying to do too much, you risk not doing enough.

Superstorm Sandy inflicted havoc and heartache throughout the Northeast, hitting the Big Apple and its surrounding coastal towns hard.

I wouldn't change anything 'cause I love my life