How Would You Prepare To Die On

Poets Deal In Writing About Feelings And Trying To Find The Language And Images For Intense Feelings.

I Think The Dangers Are Different Now. Our Abuse Of The Planet And Our Resources Is An Anxiety.

You Have Me Like A Drawing, Erased, Coloured In, Untitled, Signed By Your Tongue.

The Poem Is A Form Of Texting... It's The Original Text. It's A Perfecting Of A Feeling In Language - It's A Way Of Saying More With Less, Just As Texting Is.

When You Have A Child, Your Previous Life Seems Like Someone Else's. It's Like Living In A House And Suddenly Finding A Room You Didn't Know Was There, Full Of Treasure And Light.