I’m all reviewed out . After a while I just can’t think of anything  to say.  The final review I’m writing is a collection by Maria McCarthy in aid of Macmillan cancer research.  That it is in aid of  a charity in no way diminishes the work which is excellent. She is a local girl and it’s rather nice reading about local areas such as Conyer and Faversham. She writes the kind of poetry I love rooted in a the every day full of domestic references .  It’s the kind of writing that makes...

So I finally read in public. That is to say at the Canterbury Poet’s open mike I sat glued to my seat not looking up as I read my two short poems out.  I had rehearsed the day before and never having read my poems out loud I found them quite tricky to read... damn run on, lines and alliteration! Nevertheless I managed it with out fluffing my lines. I shall now build up to looking up and eventually standing up. Since they don’t have a rhyme scheme there is no way I can learn them off by he...