Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness.
The attention one gets from being a poet isnt great.
The first book I could call mine, my first book, was a picture book, The Magic Monkey - it was adapted from an old Chinese legend by a thirteen-year-old prodigy named Plato Chan with the help of his sister.
I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.
inside us, a flower taken whole, a field built inside.
Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you're taught to do when you're lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.