there are only these: sparkling eyes, smudged lipstick, fading starlight, the crunching of feet on gravel, laughter, and a slow walk home..

Last week I was just someone who had had a first novel published..

The whole city stopped - And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again..

All the emails I get these days start with sorry but I've been so busy, and I don't understand how we can be so busy and then have nothing to say to ….

Everybodys got their own situation and their own needs..

You must always look with both of your eyes and listen with both of your ears. He says this is a very big world and there are many many things you co….

He says when your grandmother died your mother cried solidly for a week, solidly. She was crying with relief he says, it was like as if a door had be….

I say too much of what, he says too much of everything, too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things fo….

He thinks about her, at this moment, in her house, a few thin walls away, packing her life into boxes and bags and he wonders what memories she is re….

I wonder how many ways there are for a mother to produce that wreckage in her own daughter, and my muscles tense as I think of them..

If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?.

If you listen, you can hear it. The city, it sings. If you stand quietly, at the foot of a garden, in the middle of the street, on the roof of a hous….

I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles, and I thought that was pretty cool, so I was quite up front abo….

She wonders if you can feel nostalgic for something before it's in the past, she wonders if perhaps her vocabulary is too small or if her chemical in….

It is something I recognise in myself. I do eavesdrop. I do people-watch, a lot..

People seem to be losing their sense of boundaries more and more, what people are willing to put up on the internet, especially blogs. People seem to….

I'm surprised, but I'm glad, I realise that this is what i wanted that night last week, to simply make a connection and keep hold of it..

Now that I've had a book published, it is quite validating, but a bit embarrassing..

It takes a lot of energy and creativity to make such screwed up lives carry on. And the kind of will people have to survive, year after year, dealing….

There are so many people in the world, and I want to know them all but I don’t even know my next-door neighbor’s name..