Until that happens, here's part of an e-interview we did about my poem Toddle:

Looking over the poem now, it feels very 'buggy' to me. And not dreamy-dragonfly-pastoral buggy but live-with-us-urban buggy. Also, the first part of the poem - with its syllables battering against the rearview - makes it seem as though there's a swarm in the car and not a distressed kid. My kid.
That's all after-the-fact guessing. Because I didn't make any of those linkages when I was writing all the bits or when I was grafting them together."
The rest is on her blog, see?
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