How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?

The stars are filming us for no one.

I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.

You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, or just what's in your heart.

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.

If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.

I'll be left writing picture books and fairy tales