In A World Without Air All You

I Can Remember Being In My Pram: Children Stayed In Their Prams Much Longer Then Than They Do Now. A Big Bouncy Pram With Black Covers And A Hood With Metal Clips That Could Trap Your Fingers. I Was Looking Up At My Sister Who Was Sitting On The Pram Seat, With Her Back To Me.

Finish The Day's Writing When You Still Want To Continue.

Reread, Rewrite, Reread, Rewrite. If It Still Doesn’t Work, Throw It Away.

If We Understand The Past, We Are More Likely To Recognise What Is Happening Around Us.

Writing Poetry Makes You Intensely Conscious Of How Words Sound, Both Aloud And Inside The Head Of The Reader. You Learn The Weight Of Words And How They Sound To The Ear.