Just a gentle reminder that I'm over in the U.K. once more this week to give two readings: Coventry on Tuesday and Uppingham on Wednesday. Details can be found in earlier posts. A heady mix of gorgeous autumnal colours, decent bitter, dodgy League Two football, energising conversation and lots of poetry are all swirling away in my senses. Time to stock up on memories!
The man takes off his mask, rubs his face. As he lies back on his pillow,
his death coming closer, the man dare not close his eyes. The mask skulks
in the ...
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