I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles, and I thought that was pretty cool, so I was quite up front about it.

All the emails I get these days start with sorry but I've been so busy, and I don't understand how we can be so busy and then have nothing to say to each other.

Everybodys got their own situation and their own needs.

There are so many people in the world, and I want to know them all but I don’t even know my next-door neighbor’s name.

It is something I recognise in myself. I do eavesdrop. I do people-watch, a lot.

The whole city stopped - And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again.

I wonder how many ways there are for a mother to produce that wreckage in her own daughter, and my muscles tense as I think of them.