Occasional event diary and recommendations on the poetry front.
Sunday, 18 October 2015
Cheltenham Literature Festival
When I walked out into the rain today with head bowed down and collar turned against the wind set lightly at my door, an Autumn wind, I saw you standing, waiting on your platform without end, waiting for a north bound train.
Nice to roll in to Cheltenham with the Gloucestershire Writers Network. Another spur, aye.