We're getting used to reality and fantasy passing into each other. Much of the border between them has been erased.

I love poetry, read it a lot, but make no claim to being able to write it.

We're getting used to reality and fantasy passing into each other. Much of the border between them has been erased.

I'm not even sure if empathy is an act, it could be a disposition.

The idea that language can be recombined to create new forms, new things, is of course very old in poetry.

Toronto is hard to capture in a few strokes.

There's some evidence that before events of mass trauma, even unpredictable ones, people begin to feel higher anxiety, often expressed in terms specific to the event.