To Try To Expunge An Individual's History

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.

When You Are Young You Don't Always Realise How Full Of Doubts Everybody Is.

However, The Difficulties And Pleasures Of The Writing Itself Are Similar For A Novel With A Historical Setting And A Novel With A Contemporary Setting, As Far As I'm Concerned.

Poets Go Through A Very Tough Apprenticeship In The Use Of Words.

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