I'm conscious of a series of circles working its way through my life. And at this particular moment I have come round to the beginning of my writing cycle. It begins with poetry. There's hardly a day that goes past on which I don't write poetry.
We never think that our mothers will die. It was like suddenly an abyss opened at my feet - I was standing on nothing. It was the strangest thing. Her passing away ripped the solidity out of the world.
One of the greatest gifts my father gave me - unintentionally - was witnessing the courage with which he bore adversity.
When I write a poem, I go into a state of self-forgetfulness, and something higher takes over; I like to call it my best self.