A poem of gratitude and longing for house parties
A poem about anxiety, darkness and turning toward healing
A Sunday lockdown poem
A poem for late 2020
It’s been a long, exhausting week
The first was little and apple green
This started off as a dream I had during the witching hour of my 28th birthday
For Paris, Thursday 29th May 1913
I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine… fuck it
‘#HandwrittenShakespeare – A Midsummer Night’s Dream‘
I hand-write Theseus’s speech from Act V scene i of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and offer a gobbit-style close reading
‘Tender is the Gelignite’ – 0.5 preview
I release a preview of Tender is the Gelignite, featuring the first chapter ‘0.5’
‘Tender is the Gelignite’ – personal thanks
Some separate personal thanks for those bods who helped Tender is the Gelignite to come about
‘Tender is the Gelignite’ – publication and notes
I publish my first novel, Tender is the Gelignite, including the link for purchase from Amazon and some thoughts on the publication process.
