I'll Be Left Writing Picture Books And

My Prose Is Turgid, It Just Hasn't Got Any Energy

How Would You Prepare To Die On A Perfect April Evening?

I See The Shape Of The Poem Before I Start Writing, And The Writing Is Just The Process Of Arriving At The Shape.

Between 9am And 3pm Is When I Work Most Intensely

What Will You Do Now With The Gift Of Your Left Life?