It was brilliant to read last week at both Rogue Strands in London and at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival (thanks to Anna Saunders for the invite to the latter), to see old and new faces, to read to over seventy people in all, and to shift 15 books. Poetry is alive and kicking out there in the wild...!
Back in the 1990s I managed to photograph a bird flying along il ponte
vecchio (it's just above the people's heads).
Near Potter's Bar, this stone is on ...
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