If social and traditional media promise to bombard and eventually dull your senses over the next few tumultuous weeks, Rogue Strands can offer perfect antidotes. During the first half of November, I'll be posting a top-notch, forget-all-the-crap-and-immerse-yourself, original poem by each and every featured poet (except myself!) from our forthcoming Rogue Strands reading in London on 28th November (see the event details on its Facebook page here). Of course, these tasters will also inevitably entice you to come along to what is destined to be a terrific evening of poetry, even if I say so myself...
DISPLACED They called her aloof, impractical, clumsy, plain. It was, they
say, difficult for her not to fall in love.In spite, that is, of the first
coughs...
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