Poets Sing Our Human Music For Us.

I Am Always Pleased To Be Asked To Write A Poem.

Having A Child Takes You Back To All Those Parts Of Your Own Childhood That You Had Hidden Away.

Better Off Dead Than Giving In; Not Taking What You Want.

My Prose Is Turgid, It Just Hasn't Got Any Energy

Time Hates Love, Wants Love Poor,/but Love Spins Gold, Gold, Gold From Straw.