That is to say, ten good reasons.
The 5th Free Verse Poetry Book Fair at the Conway Hall last Saturday was . . .
The fact is this house is beginning to resemble my brain, in which bits of rhyme and reason are all jumbled up together in a glorious mess. Half the time, I don’t know who wrote what or where. Only that someone did.
Think the oral tradition is lost? Wrong. We’re more drenched in it than ever.
Sometimes, compared to the pressing matters of the world, it feels self-indulgent and pointless.
When I was about twelve years old, my mother had the idea of making an anthology of science fiction poetry.