My Newcastle Poetry Prize entry for '08 is almost complete... It's a long piece about the necessity of rising from ill health and death moves, to a state of more than grace... In many ways, it's a song to my son... I fell into fathomless continental shelf waters with mako biters to bring the poem alive... I'm proud of it, I think... Who knows how it will be received by this year's judges?
LJ, June 25 2008.