Weird things poets say: You’re not allowed to have an original voice unless we know who you are.

While editing, I misread “edit” as “idiot.”

Finally, I understand why I turn to poets.

From the Walla Walla Freecycle list: “Looking for bottom half of mannequin or above the shoulders.”

I’m so unsettled I feel like a Henry Darger painting.

There are two sides to me: one dark, one darker.

So much about religious interpretation seems to be about making sure women don’t give men a hard on.

Meditation realization of the day: Time does not exist in order for me to be productive.

Poems are like orgasms: never as good as we imagine they will be.

Your ignorance is not my bliss.