Darkling is Coming

Those precious moments

From Darkling

The shower is done. The woolie socks are on as is the velvet dressing gown. Fairy lights twinkle as I settle down under my blanket to watch the USA Presidential election unfold from this side of the pond.

I’ve been rooting for Harris since she entered the race over the summer. This is history in the making.

And then I get a text from a dear friend who’s sitting at her kitchen table reading Darkling, my recently published collection of poetry (?).

She sent this image and said how ‘stunningly moving, stunningly beautiful’ this poem is. And she’s not the only one who’s been emailing or calling or saying to my face how much they’ve been enjoying the collection. Yes at times it’s a difficult read. Yes it’s pushing the boundaries in terms of language and structure and form but it’s an ‘incredibly powerful’ exploration of pain and grief and joy. ‘It’s amazing and a must read.’

I’m reading from Darkling this week, Thursday 7 November, 6-7.30pm (GMT), online. It will probably be my one and only reading from it year, probably for the rest of the year. As I said, dressing gown and socks are on. Blankets are out as I move into hibernation mode. But I’m doing so with a smile on my face. A very contented and proud smile because of Darkling.

Please come along if you’re around to join the celebration of my hard won words and voice. Tickets are here.