Queer Writing for a Brave New World

I was fortunate to experience a grand day out in Manchester for the launch of this book on 20th November 2021. It felt so good to be able to meet up at 'the modernist' and spend time celebrating the creation of 'Queer Writing for a Brave New World' and then to toast its journey into the world. Huge thanks to all those involved in putting the work together - an excellent mix of words and art has been created. It is a book well worth buying.

My contribution, 'Museum of a Life', started its life on a page of my journal during an Arvon course tutored by Caroline Bird and Richard Scott. The words I began putting together that day demanded to be revisited and the poem then took shape. I am proud that it has made its way into print as it is the kind of poem that had to be set down on the paper (and the pages it is set down on are orange). If you read it or listen to my video reading then I hope it makes you smile too.

"Museum of a Life' reading

Photos by 'Out On the Page', Kath Andrews and Serena Piccoli...

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