It was long overdue that the Signed Poetry Books collection welcomed new arrivals and so I was keen to make sure I got Martin Mooney at the Oxfam Bookshop in Marylebone last night. With apologies to his friend, Heather, I managed to end up with her pen, too.
It was a great evening with a varied international cast of poets genially introduced by Todd Swift but I'm going to give myself a day off and not actually review it here. Even I tire of contriving those considered sentences of judgement and evaluation sometimes. Instead, to preserve the occasion, here's the man himself caught in full flight.
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