I am
I am January – an anthology of backstreet pubs and lost poetry
I am February – writing stanzas on the inside of lavatory doors
I am March…
I am
I am January – an anthology of backstreet pubs and lost poetry
I am February – writing stanzas on the inside of lavatory doors
I am March…
The smell and taste of cockles at the seaside always takes me to a certain place in a calendar. Calendars are for guidance; experience creates our own. January, was that not the time we discovered schadenfreude?