In my adulthood as a poet, I’ve always carried small notebooks with me wherever I’ve gone. I don’t chronicle my life in them, I simply write down things as I think of them. Sometimes it’ll be a line, or a list of words, or an image that I see and I take a note of it. I’m very interested in the fact that a lot of poets that I have researched, living and dead, also kept such notebooks. It seems to be a pattern with poets.