Paper Swans Press are going to publish my poem Cromer, August in their Love anthology. I had a poem selected for Great Britain anthology, so I know Sarah, the Editor, will produce a lovely book. It’s going to be pocket-sized…
While I was on Lanzarote I didn’t write much, but I read 11 books. Brought back The Iceberg, in which Marion Coutts writes about the two years leading up to the death of her partner, the art critic Tom Lubbock. The quote on the cover says “mesmerising, harrowing and radiant” and I understand why the book was awarded the Wellcome Book Prize in 2015.
As I’m giving up alcohol, I’ve been reading and thinking a lot about other drinks and am well stocked up with herbal teas:-
Moroccan Mint – with a twist of cardamon
Three cinnamon – a sweet embrace of organic Indian, Indonesian & Vietnamese cinnamon
Lemon, ginger & manuka honey – a welcoming cup of spicy-sweet organic bliss
Linden flower – Carmencita Tila (Sp) bought in Playa Blanca
Pure Fennel – the bright yellow flowers of the fennel plant fan out like water from a sprinkler…
When is a list not a poem?
