In A World Without Air

I Would Like People To Come Into My Dreamworld And Then Choose To Stay.

I Wish I Was Away In Ingo Far Across The Briny Sea Sailing Over Deepest Waters Where Neither Care Nore Worry Trouble Me

We Are Creatures Of Story.

Writing Poetry Makes You Intensely Conscious Of How Words Sound, Both Aloud And Inside The Head Of The Reader. You Learn The Weight Of Words And How They Sound To The Ear.

It Is A Violation Which Has Obsessed The Tyrants Of The Twentieth Century. They Do Not Want Simply To Kill Their Opponents, But To Liquidate Them, To Deny That They Have Ever Existed.