Poetry

I had nothing planned but writing today. These days are pretty rare. I was just sitting down to my desk when the school called me to pick up a sick daughter. Oh well! I decided to do something writingish while she was lying on the sofa anyway. I uploaded this story that I wrote a couple of years ago. It’s about a teenage arsonist and inspired in part by an event called Pyrotheology that Ikon presented at Greenbelt in 2009 (that’s me on the pyre).

So, this is Poetry. I’m off to mop a brow!

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