"This soil is bad for certain kinds of flowers. Certain seeds it will not nurture, certain fruit it will not bear."
"He unrolled himself to greet the night and felt the moon, soft in his hands, like a ball of fresh socks." A poem.
"Poetry helps me to talk about anything; it helps me to understand the world. I create because it’s necessary.”
“It’s about a human being getting up in front of a room full of strangers and slicing open their chest so that everyone can see what’s inside.”