At my signal - are you paying attention? At my signal, we shoot in, fast and low under the radar, strafe the marsh, sidestep on layered air, hit air brakes, stop drop imagine ourselves gone. Questions?
Poetry, writing, life
At my signal - are you paying attention? At my signal, we shoot in, fast and low under the radar, strafe the marsh, sidestep on layered air, hit air brakes, stop drop imagine ourselves gone. Questions?
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts