Climb into bed. Pillows. Notebook. Dictionary. Thesausus. Pens (at least two colours) A draft of a poem. Some new ideas. Poetry books to read. Words. Thoughts.

It stems from the time I was living in London, working full-time, studying part-time and going to courses at the London Poetry School. I would come home from work. Make supper. Eat. Chat to my flat mates. Study or write assignments for an hour or two. And when I was dog tired climb into bed with my poetry to revise a draft or write something new.

Tonight I want to write poetry.