This coming Sunday will see a night of HappenStance at the Torriano Meeting House, in Kentish Town in London. Starting at 7.30p.m., 25 poets will track the publisher's chronology via snippets from their HappenStance books.
I didn't think I'd manage to make it along, but circumstances and family commitments have unexpectedly worked out to enable me to join the ranks of the readers. I hope to see you there!
The man takes off his mask, rubs his face. As he lies back on his pillow,
his death coming closer, the man dare not close his eyes. The mask skulks
in the ...
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