The old man with the trilby slightly plastered shares a tale of luck and strange mortalities how one dead friend on holiday wrote another's eulogy Died while he was out there before the fucking funeral What are the chances, eh?
Poetry, writing, life
The old man with the trilby slightly plastered shares a tale of luck and strange mortalities how one dead friend on holiday wrote another's eulogy Died while he was out there before the fucking funeral What are the chances, eh?
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts