May I introduce you to one of the loves of my life: my desk. My desk is a little window into what the inner workings of my brain may look like: the books I have stored up in my memory, the textures and shapes that inspire...

One summer when we were living in the wild depths of Southern France, in an old chicken shed with no running water but plenty of spiders and charm, Jon and I made a five minute film. I had written a poem about a girl who...