I had watched countless videos on YouTube, attended other poetry slams and kept abreast of the ‘scene’ on social media, but nothing quite prepared me for the electricity in the air when I arrived at the Royal Festival Hall...
Excerpts from a previously unpublished sequence of poems named The Year of the Pin-Up Calendar.
there is a white pigeon opened like a book
on the kerb poor it could not imagine
the unexpected glamour of being a pin-up –
process of violence....