I am only able to be honest. And sometimes my view of the world is pretty dark. But still funny.

I was not popular enough - or at all - when Vanilla Ice was popular to remember who Vanilla Ice is without my husband reminding me. So I don't have a Vanilla Ice key chain.

My poetry definitely comes out of a female body.

Usually I avoid sugar, but sugar is like the most deeply satisfying addictive thing ever.

Halloween means that young girls dress up in highly sexualized outfits that would never be acceptable if it weren't Halloween.

I don't remember ever dressing up for Halloween but I must have. I do not like dressing up at all.

I do not like candy. I do not like knocking on strangers' doors. I do not like having to deal with the candy disaster that is Halloween. I resent it.

I HATE HALLOWEEN. This makes me VERY unpopular.

I like the way the prose and poetry interact.

I am interested in the movement of my own thoughts and in trying make the poems feel more accurate to experience, including the experience of thinking.

Humor is essential to survival. Funny poems are vastly underrated. Very underwritten.

There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk.

God, who knows me by name, [is] right next to me.

In this atmosphere Where you have to go perennially crazy only to survive, Which auspicious moment should I choose to become mad?

Youth does not think into the future far enough, therefore we must encourage them to dream of great tomorrows.

Loving, knowing, and respecting our bodies is a powerful and invincible act of rebellion in this society.

All along the backwater, Through the rushes tall, Ducks are a-dabbling, Up tails all!

The end does not justify the means. If we try to be someone we are not in order to achieve a result, then the result cannot help but be something other than what we intended.

Reading won't have the confidence to be confident

Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it, and polarize it.

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!