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'Full of such sensual detail that to read it is to breathe it in.'
- Jo Shapcott [review, Greyhound Night Service]

First frost and morning skies

Poems, letters, blindfolded sculptors

Serial writing / little-and-often

To write or not to write? (there is no question)

'Untitled': a dramatic reading

The Place for Poetry

Collectives and companions

Writing Retreat, Llanybydder, West Wales

Mind and ears spinning...

On not walking on New Year's Day