My poems know it's tonight.
They chatter and giggle.
I can't decide which shirt to wear.
Big night tonight. My first poetry set. A clutch of poems are jiggling around in me like jumping beans wanting to know when it's time. Guess they are ready.
Not sure about me. I seem to be distracting myself in the smart/casual department, hoping I make my mind up soon.
If you're in Brighton, it would be lovely to see you. Ten poets reading at Red Roaster Coffee House, St, James's Street. 7.45 for 8.00 start. If you're a poet why not bring a poem to read at the open mike? Tonight!!