Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.

we walk the plank with strangers.

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

I dream too much, work too little.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.

I don't know what started me, I just wrote poetry from the time was quite small. I guess I liked nursery rhymes and I guess I thought I could do the same thing. I wrote my first poem, my first published poem, when I was eight-and-a-half years old. It came out in The Boston Traveller and from then on, I suppose, I've been a bit of a professional.