From 1984 my world turned upside down and inside out and everything went right, then wrong and stayed wrong for a long time.
These were extraordinarily dramatic times when I must have experienced almost every imaginable emotion - yet seem not to have written much at all in poems. Instead, I just wrote everything and the book Somewhere In Switzerland tells the story that even now I don’t feel able to make public.
In 1990 I married again but regretted so much of what I did that I wrote little to share, reaching a desperate low in 1994 and merely stumbling along through many years thereafter until I found an excuse to escape in 2002.