June 16th - in London - will require all the chutzpah of an Orson Welles shuttling across town in a rented ambulance - to allow poets and poetry fans to enjoy what will be on offer that night. I count at least three major don't-miss events the same evening: The Poetry London summer issue launch, featuring readings from Emily Berry and others; The Michael Marks small press pamphlet awards at the British Library; and the Eric Gregory winners reading. Put that red light on your vehicle now, and rock on!
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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What is it with 16 June? :)