“If my heart is broken, I should be thankful that I was blessed to have loved but I cannot live that wisely. That’s why I cry ”

I write because my ink must flow like blood. The written must be spoken. Patience Agbabi

The sum of things to be known is inexhaustible, and however long we read, we shall never come to the end of our story-book.

The poetry of the earth is never dead. John Keats

The kind of poetry that imbues the everyday, the tarnished and burnished, with the possibilities of the transcendent - The Times