I Wish I Was Away In Ingo

Once One Habit Peels Away The Others Follow It. You Have To Hold On, Or The Next Thing You'll Find Yourself Parading Down The Street In Your Nightdress. Habit Is Everything.

I Didn't Choose Russia But Russia Chose Me. I Had Been Fascinated From An Early Age By The Culture, The Language, The Literature And The History To The Place.

My First Collection Of Poems Was Published By Bloodaxe Books, Which Was Then A Very New Imprint.

If The Garden Of Eden Really Exists It Does So Moment By Moment, Fragmented And Tough, Cropping Up Like A Fan Of Buddleia High Up In The Gutter Of A Deserted Warehouse, Or In A Heap Of Frozen Cabbages Becoming Luminous In The Reflected Light Of Roadside Snow.

For You Where Never My Blood Sister So No More Shall I Call You Little Sister