How would you prepare to die on a perfect April evening?
I always say that I'll have a go and see whether the poem works and if it does, then fine.
You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.
I always wanted a child. Being a mother is the central thing in my life.
I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.
She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure there; a scale which balanced poetry and prayer.