Finish The Day's Writing When You Still

The Poets Whom I Knew Then Were All Men And All Seemed Dauntingly Sure Of Themselves - Although I Am Sure That Really They Were As Uncertain As I Was.

My First Collection Of Poems Was Published By Bloodaxe Books, Which Was Then A Very New Imprint.

If The Garden Of Eden Really Exists It Does So Moment By Moment, Fragmented And Tough, Cropping Up Like A Fan Of Buddleia High Up In The Gutter Of A Deserted Warehouse, Or In A Heap Of Frozen Cabbages Becoming Luminous In The Reflected Light Of Roadside Snow.

Poets Go Through A Very Tough Apprenticeship In The Use Of Words.

When You Are Young You Don't Always Realise How Full Of Doubts Everybody Is.