Poetry And Prayer Are Very Similar.

She Stood Upon A Continent Of Ice, Which Sparkled Between Sea And Sky, Endless And Dazzling, As Though The World Kept All Its Treasure There; A Scale Which Balanced Poetry And Prayer.

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

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

It Is A Moon Wrapped In Brown Paper.

If We Think Of What's Up Ahead, With Climate Change And Wars Over Water, It's Very Frightening.