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A Statute Is Written To Entrap Meaning, A Poem To Escape It.

In My 20s I Was In Constant Pain From Undiagnosed Endometriosis. With No Prospect Of A Cure, I Decided I Needed A Career - Writing - That Could Accommodate Being Ill.

You Mustn't Stand About. Come Home With Me To Dinner.’ ‘no.’ More Shakes His Head. ‘i Would Rather Be Blown Around On The River And Go Home Hungry. If I Could Trust You Only To Put Food In My Mouth – But You Will Put Words Into It.

I Am Usually Protective Of My Work, Not Showing It To Anyone Until It Has Been Redrafted And Polished.

You Can Have A Silence Full Of Words. A Lute Retains, In Its Bowl, The Notes It Has Played. The Viol, In Its Strings, Holds A Concord. A Shriveled Petal Can Hold Its Scent, A Prayer Can Rattle With Curses; An Empty House, When The Owners Have Gone Out, Can Still Be Loud With Ghosts.