I had a really amazing experience yesterday morning. Bright and early (6.30 am) I turned my computer on, clicked on a link, and sat down to talk to a group of students from the Crawford International School in Nairobi about The Pride of Lions. Let me go back a bit. A couple of years ago …
In memory of Grant Andrews (1960 – 2013)
I imagine most people reading the title of this post will be puzzled by the name, and wonder what corner of the poetry world he hails from. And the answer is: he doesn’t. He wasn’t a poet. But, after my grandmother, he is the person most responsible for me being a poet. And he died …
A Dark Feathered Art 