Time Hates Love, Wants Love

I Still Read Donne, Particularly His Love Poems

I Like To Use Simple Words, But In A Complicated Way.

It Is A Moon Wrapped In Brown Paper.

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.

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