I've had two new poems in The Spectator over the last couple of weeks. It's always good to place poetry in an outlet that reaches so many general readers, but I'm especially happy on this occasion, given that these are my first publications since Whatever You Do, Just Don't came out.
Its references to Sylvia Plath and Sharon Olds tell us that this is a
so-called ‘confessional’ collection, though it rejects the torment and
taboo-breaking...
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