Because Of What I Do, It Has

People Who Eat With Their Mouth Open Should Be Punched In The Face.

How The Hell Do You Wake Up Dead?

My Mom Was Very Strict. She Didn't Let Me Watch Anything Rated R Or Anything With Cussing.

Often Poetry, Especially The Sort Of Poetry I Write, Is Concerned With Looking At The Borders Between The Sensual And The Spiritual And Seeing Them As Divided, Equivocal, That Mystery Somehow Can Break In To The Ordinary. And We Read Poetry I Think In Part, To Gain A Sense Of That Intimacy With Things That We Can't Understand That Are Unable To Be Understood But That Buoy Up Our Lives.

If You Look At Me Close Enough, There's A Small Resemblance To A Chicken Nugget. I Don't Know If It's My Skin Texture Or My Hair, But The Resemblance Is Definitely There.