When one is highly alert to language, then nearly everything begs to be a poem.

Dust is watching life’s talk show.

I am not a part of this home any longer. I am a tiny thing created by indifferent scientists. I am an experiment, a mechanical bee placed near the hive. The real bees were happy being bees until I came along and gave them all the false information that destroyed their little lives.

When a clock dies no one wakes.

When people start talking about enjambment and line endings, I always shut them up. This is not something to talk about, this is a private matter, it’s up to the poet.

In You Are Not Dead Wendy Xu breaks all the old rules that have never done us any favors anyway. She writes beautifully, noticing who we are, and letting us see ourselves with a little more humanity, a little more humor, a little more humility. I’m happy to have read this book.

William Waltz will take me through ‘the buzz and clamor in a forest of hearts.’ Adventures in the Lost Interiors of America is an adventure, I will go on this adventure with Waltz as a skillful, faithful, compass-true guide. I love this book.

I like to start with the ordinary, and then nudge it, and then think, 'What happens next, what happens next?'

If you laughed earlier in the poem, and I bring you close to tears in the end, that's the best.

I love my funny poems, but I'd rather break your heart. And if I can do both in the same poem, that's the best.