Poetry books for saleFriday night: The Tent Palace was heaving with anticipation (and the sound of people singing and dancing wildly to Tina Turner and John Denver – no really – we poets know how to let our hair down – speaking of which, having left my hairbrush at home (did I mention that already?) I decided to cover up with a bobble hat. I just hope it didn’t obscure anyone’s view.) Continue reading
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