Toronto is hard to capture in a few strokes.

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

We want to know that we're not alone with our loneliness or loss.

I seem always to have two or three novels going at once. It takes me a long time to finish one.

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

Trauma, and certain important experiences, can imprint on us at a genetic level.

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