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

I feel like the older I get, the truer it feels that I'm only going have an investment in a poem if it allows or forces me to bring something that's ….

I think tension between the intimate and the vast is at the heart of every poem by any poet, though of course the terms with which it is explored var….

Brooklyn is kind of my writer's retreat..

Joy is a part of my process. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that poetry, as a practice, necessitates a sense of joy. It's exhilarating to come into….

Everything that disappears/Disappears as if returning somewhere.

I know that in a poem, even when the speaker is speaking from the poet's experience, there's always something that's borrowed, some authority that si….

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..

Once I started writing all the time and interacting with poets, I made a conscious decision to identify myself as a poet. It's funny how much a singl….

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 s….

Lizzie Harris's debut collection, Stop Wanting, crafts images and lines of such arresting splendor that I am very often driven to joy at the feats of….

Poems infatuated with their own smarts and detached from any emotional grounding can leave the reader feeling lonely, empty and ashamed for having ex….

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

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..

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

We are here for what amounts to a few/hours,/a day at most./We feel around making sense of the terrain,/our own new limbs,/Bumping up against a herd ….

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

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 m….

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?.

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 t….