For You Where Never My

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.

I Have Learned So Much From Working With Other Poets, Travelling And Reading With Them, Spending Days Discussing Poems In Progress. There Is The Sense That We Are All, As Writers, Part Of Something Which Is More Powerful Than Any Of Us.

In A World Without Air All You Breathe Is Adventure!

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.

As Individuals, We Are Shaped By Story From The Time Of Birth; We Are Formed By What We Are Told By Our Parents, Our Teachers, Our Intimates.