The poet reflects on the process of ageing, and on how at times spontaneity takes a hit and truth gets more difficult to tell.
A poem is about the author's grief over losing her father a decade ago.
'I'm looking for an unassuming vernacular that demands a distinction – between the griefs one can write about and the griefs one just ought to feel.'
'Do you not realise we are all on the run? Away from the reality that can’t be undone.'