My book's journey started about five years ago, a decade after the Paddington Train Crash which changed my life. At first, I sat at my office desk and dutifully typed up the events that had occurred since the crash, rather as I type up a proposal for a project I am about to manage, until I had a finished product.
I had hoped to find poems in the Arctic. I did not expect to return with a whole new language. Greenlandic had become the key to representing the Arctic for me, and I felt I owed it an acknowledgement. I selected the 12 most evocative words that Beathe had taught me, and compiled my own abecedarium.
Ask anyone who considers poetry to be more than Wordsworth who the current poets they admire are and you'd be hard pushed to find anyone as old as 40. Even the esteemed and established likes of Aisle 16 are only just turning 30. So why do so many publishers insist on publishing 'Young Poet' anthologies that, quite simply, don't feature young poets?