It is Tuesday morning and I’ve just abandoned re-building the dry stone wall that contains our front garden. I’ve also battened down the greenhouse hatches because Storm Brendan is threatening to throw a tantrum and my fingers have gone numb in a bitter wind.
Drying off a damp beard and changing out of soggy clothing, I am reminded what a fine body of men and women work for the GPO as the white jiffy bag I was expecting is delivered containing the debut collection of Katerina Neocleous, aptly titled Wishas I’m granted an afternoon of delight on such a miserable day.
Wish by Katerina Neocleous
Katerina’s work is impressive. She is the poet I aspire to be.
From Burr to First Dreams the words held my attention throughout, each poem a delight, each line a joy to read.
In Burr we try to come to terms with feelings that…
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David Coldwell 