I Cry A Lot Because I Miss

I'm Writing A Poem Right Now About A Nose. I've Always Wanted To Write A Poem About A Nose. But It's A Ludicrous Subject. That's Why, When I Was Younger, I Was Afraid Of [writing] Something That Didn't Make A Lot Of Sense. But Now I'm Not. I Have Nothing To Worry About. It Doesn't Matter.

I Think There Is Something Barbaric In Children, And It's Missing In Lots Of Books For Them Because We Don't Like To Think Of It. We Want Them To Be Happy [but] Childhood Is A Very Tough Time.

My Father Could Be Very Witty, Even If The Humor Was Always On The Darker Side Of Irony.

From Their Earliest Years Children Live On Familiar Terms With Disrupting Emotions, Fear And Anxiety Are An Intrinsic Part Of Their Everyday Lives, They Continually Cope With Frustrations As Best They Can. And It Is Through Fantasy That Children Achieve Catharsis. It Is The Best Means They Have For Taming Wild Things.

I Feel It In Me Like A Woman Having A Baby, All That Life Churning Inside Me. I Feel It Every Day; It Moves, Stretches, Yawns. It's Getting Ready To Be Born. It Knows Exactly What It Is.