Last night I got my official invitation to the launch of Frankie McMillan’s first poetry collection, Dressing for the Cannibals. There were lots of inappropriate jokes about undressing, salad dressing, mustard, relish, etc etc. (David Gregory was there … sigh!)
Jokes aside, it should be a really good book. Frankie is routinely there-or-thereabouts in poetry competitions, and this year took out 1st place, a Highly Commended and a Commended in the NZPS international poetry competition. (Curses! Foiled again!) Her poems are usually witty and moving. While I won’t be reviewing the collection (she’s a friend), I’m hoping to do a close reading of one her poems from the book. Watch this space!
For those who can’t make it to the launch but would like a signed copy of the book, I’d be more than willing to act as your Poetry Proxy. Contact me off blog and we’ll arrange it. (Just call me your Poetry Addiction Enabler …)
A Dark Feathered Art 