I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite.
When you have a child, your previous life seems like someone else's. It's like living in a house and suddenly finding a room you didn't know was there, full of treasure and light.
I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it.
I'll be left writing picture books and fairy tales.
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.
We will tire each other out, making our homes in one anotherβs arms.
