It’s a bit like Christmas for us weirdos who devote their lives to poetry. Except we don’t start boozing until late afternoon at the earliest because we’re in a classroom before then. We’re not that bad…

Read this month’s column, on National Poetry Day 2020, here.

poet, educator & activist

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