Many years treading the sticky boards of Leicester and beyond. Now working at Literature Development Officer and involved in the spoken word scene in Leicester. Work published and broadcast on BBC Radio 4 - first chapbook 'april's fish' published by Koo Press in 2006 Lots of performance and readings from Edinburgh Fringe to The Bloomsbury Theatre via Aberdeen and Norwich. One third of 2Ali's&aG Looking to make contacts for mutual benefit!
I Remember I remember best not all that followed left me shocked, shaking skin raw from making up lost time but how I felt the plumb line of that first kiss drop into my solar plexus like fear how it plunged into me like nothing has for years. Waiting For The Greyhound Bus I’ll leave the window open a ladder propped against the ledge a trail of poems from the station through the town and up the hill. You’ll know my door it has a poem on it about a door. It is this poem. I want to wake to find you climbing through or standing, knocking. Want to take your wristdraw you in. I will undressand hold you in my bed. You’ll know it’s my bed because there’ll be a poem on it. A poem about waiting. It will be this poem.
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