I have a complicated relationship with non-human animals. I've never really been close to one.

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

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.

Fear tells you what can’t be done

I'm crazy and going crazier, and I don't know how to stop it.I don't know how to stop this hurrible darkness from eating me alive, and no one in the world is going to help me.

Our entire economy is based on productivity measures that have little to do with “human input”. Sooner or later the entire system will collapse revealing the fallacy of an economy based on finance.

There are some who write, talk, and think, so much about vice and virtue, that they have no time to practice either the one or the other.

If I can't take Jesus Christ with me, I don't want to go.

Ive always seen writing as a way of telling the truth. For me, writing is about truth. I have always tried to be faithful to my own experience.

People think if you have money, it'll fix the problems, but it creates different ones.

I'm not usually attracted to big-budget American films.

Good night, sweetheart," he says. "Good bye, sweetheart," I say. And it's so casual, so innocent that he doesn't suspect a thing.

One of those Christmas songs says, "You better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout." How's my wife going to get along?