In various memoir pieces, I have traced the trajectory of yearning through decisions made, good and bad, that had somehow kept the ambition on track.

Writing a poem is unwriting a knot, like untying a shoelace that is clubbing your foot.

New formalism is writing with language as flow, like the flow from a dam, running through a desert that has had no rain for decades.

Poetry must speak of others, in order to speak for the poet's imagination, in order to speak of itself; it is slowed down by poetics after its flight is over.

As I grew older - and even when I was younger - it had puzzled me why I continued and continue to be heterosexual.

Poetry has roots, but they are sometimes cut off and still poetry is written.

At a certain point, the struggles with teaching and mothering and so on and so forth, those decline, those lessen.

I'm in my 60s, and a cancer scare just makes you more aware of mortality.

Working women went through a time when they believed that.

[My muse] she's impatient with me, because I don't do what I should do: sit down and write.

Agency over one's sexual self - and the articulation of that kind of agency - might seem transgressive to readers who don't expect it in a woman's text.

Happiness [is] only real when shared

Lately the muse has been treating me like Ike treated Tina.

Loving God and people sets us free from the it’s all about me syndrome

Happy people plan actions they don't plan results.

I'd like to run for office someday, but I'm afraid my ability to spell might give me an unfair advantage.

Those who are looking for paradise on Earth should come and see Dubrovnik.

I always felt like an outsider growing up. In school, I felt like I never fit in. But it didn't help when my mother, instead of buying me glue for school projects, would tell me to just use rice.

Shiva is chidambaram, like the inner sky. Shiva is the inner sky of consciousness

C++ is a pile of crap.

By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.