With, Or Despite Our Scars, We Stay

Good Writing Gives Energy, Whatever It Is About.

With, Or Despite Our Scars, We Stay Alive.

Translation Makes Me Look At How A Poem Is Put Together In A Different Way, Without The Personal Investment Of The Poem I'm Writing Myself, But Equally Closely Technically.

Women Love A Sick Child Or A Healthy Animal; A Man Who Is Both Itches Them Like An Incubus.

We Sometimes Received - And I Would Read - 200 Manuscripts A Week. Some Of Them Were Wonderful, Some Were Terrible; Most Were Mediocre. It Was Like The Gifts Of The Good And Bad Fairies.