It Is A Moon Wrapped In Brown

For Me, Poetry Is The Music Of Being Human. And Also A Time Machine By Which We Can Travel To Who We Are And To Who We Will Become.

Like The Sand And The Oyster, It's A Creative Irritant. In Each Poem, I'm Trying To Reveal A Truth, So It Can't Have A Fictional Beginning.

I Always Say That I'll Have A Go And See Whether The Poem Works And If It Does, Then Fine.

The Moment Of Inspiration Can Come From Memory, Or Language, Or The Imagination, Or Experience - Anything That Makes An Impression Forcibly Enough For Language To Form.

What Do I Haveto Help Me, Without Spell Or Prayer,endure This Hour, Endless, Heartless, Anonymous,the Death Of Love?