When You Find Yourself Alone, Or In

We Have Lost The Art Of Public Tenderness, These Small Gestures Of Wiping And Washing; We Have Forgotten How Abjectly The Body Welcomes A Formal Touch.

I Think You Know Everything At Eight. But Is Is Hidden From You, Sealed Up, In A Way You Have To Cut Yourself Open To Find.

People Whose Lives Are Upside Down Often Read Fiction. When You're Not Sure Where You'll End Up Or How You Are Going To Be, And You're Looking For Some Way Forward, Fiction Is A Great Friend.

I Am A Trembling Mess From Hip To Knee. There Is A Terrible Heat, A Looseness In My Innards That Makes Me Want To Dig My Fists Between My Thighs. It Is A Confusing Feeling - Somewhere Between Diarrhoea And Sex - This Grief That Is Almost Genital.

I Work At The Sentences. Many Of The Things People Find Distinctive About My Writing, I Think Of As Natural.