Can It Be That Even As One

Being True To Yourself Really Means Being True To All The Complexities Of The Human Spirit.

My Childhood Library Was Small Enough Not To Be Intimidating. And Yet I Felt The Whole World Was Contained In Those Two Rooms. I Could Walk Any Aisle And Smell Wisdom.

I Carry A Notebook With Me Everywhere. But That's Only The First Step.

My Best Times Are Midnight To Six Actually. I'll Leaf Through My Notebooks And If Something Catches My Eye And I Feel Like I Want To Transfer It From The Notebook To The Page, I Do, And Then Comes This Very Strange Process Which Is Difficult To Describe In That I'll Write Until I Get Stuck Or I Can't Go Any Further Or I'm Boring Myself Or Whatever And Then I Might Go To Another Poem.

I Prefer To Explore The Most Intimate Moments, The Smaller, Crystallized Details We All Hinge Our Lives On.