Seizure

"It was cold inside, so she had walked to the fireplace. Blurred blue and white tiles, ships, Dutchmen, waves drawn as if with a child’s crayon. She had reached out her hand. She had bent close to where the flames had been, and found that the ash – grey as the stone, grey as the sea, grey as the sky – was still warm."

Gravity

"I started stealing at a very early age. I don’t know why: it wasn’t like I didn’t always have everything I wanted."

Fourteen short stories.

Ariel's Gift

"What is not in question is that Birthday Letters is the artistic flowering of more than thirty years of pent-up emotion: this is the tidal force that gives the poems their power."

An exploration of the powerful and destructive relationship between these two poets, as seen through their lives and their writings.