Just a gentle reminder that I'm over in the U.K. once more this week to give two readings: Coventry on Tuesday and Uppingham on Wednesday. Details can be found in earlier posts. A heady mix of gorgeous autumnal colours, decent bitter, dodgy League Two football, energising conversation and lots of poetry are all swirling away in my senses. Time to stock up on memories!
Kindling is the twigs you use to entice a fire to catch. It may also be a
metaphor for childhood, which is where Julie Burke’s poems start. They move
on to...
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