Those Who Try To Obliterate The Past

The Poets Whom I Knew Then Were All Men And All Seemed Dauntingly Sure Of Themselves - Although I Am Sure That Really They Were As Uncertain As I Was.

I Can Remember Being In My Pram: Children Stayed In Their Prams Much Longer Then Than They Do Now. A Big Bouncy Pram With Black Covers And A Hood With Metal Clips That Could Trap Your Fingers. I Was Looking Up At My Sister Who Was Sitting On The Pram Seat, With Her Back To Me.

Mourning Ruby Is Not A Flat Landscape: It Is More Like A Box With Pictures Painted On Every Face. And Each Face Is Also A Door Which Opens, I Hope, To Take The Reader Deep Into The Book.

However, I Began To Submit Poems To British Magazines, And Some Were Accepted. It Was A Great Moment To See My First Poems Published. It Felt Like Entering A Tradition.

A Novel, In The End, Is A Container, A Shape Which You Are Trying To Pour Your Story Into.