I prefer assonance and internal rhyme to end rhyme. I mean, the sonnet already looks like a box. Best not to get too boxed in, though.

My obsessions tend to cluster, so I often have families of poems in which only a couple of them make it to the book. It can be satisfying to banish poems to my "crappy poems" file.

I tend to employ braided narrative threads in the lyric, so often echoes (of phrases or images) will occur and will hit my ear so I can shape different resonances and shifts in tone.

I think the grotesque can inspire intimacy (it draws us in) as well as awe, like the cabinets of curiosities.

Many of the poems weave autobiographical elements with fabular or mythic materials.

Many of the poets I most admire have a way of embodying their peculiar obsessions via landscape that can sometimes seem magical.

Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box.

The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively, but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.

Maggie wasn't without her concerns, though. "What if he's crazy?""Yeah, that's a definite possibility, " he agreed."What if he's not your type?""Then we'll only hook up in dark places.

Music is therapy. Music moves people. It connects people in ways that no other medium can. It pulls heart strings. It acts as medicine.

I know more than I knew before I didn't rest I didn't stop Did we fight or did we talk.

Not good vs evil. Only good vs evil is inside of you

We emphasized the creativeness that happens at the moment of seeing over the kind that takes place in the dark room.

You need to react. That's the absurdity of Twitter. You can react without thinking now.

Fools talk of imitation and copying, all is imitation

Life is worth celebrating and worth living even though we're all headed to the same hole at the end of the day.