Taking myself off to my ‘local’ bar at the time, Analogue on W 8th Street in the West Village, I set out to have an evening of writing and eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. (Yep, it’s dangerous sitting near a writer, she could be composing a poem about you. Your momentary furtive glance may indeed end up in print. #dangerousdate)
And this is the poem that came from it. Pull up a cosy armchair, sip your cocktail and have a listen…
If you’d like to get involved and make a donation to the charity MIND – a mental health support charity in England and Wales, I am collecting donations to send to them as part of this “Beat the January Blues” effort, (as well as donating £1 per print copy sold of my next book – ‘Love Poems for people who don’t like being in love II’ – coming later this year -).
I will let you know how much I’ve raised by the beginning of February, and I’ll send MIND the amount I’ve made so far.
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