On the Wing



My first poetry pamphlet, On the Wing, has just been published by Offa's Press. It's available from the Offa's Press website and from launch events in Wolverhampton and Ironbridge.

Launch events:

Tuesday 14th August 2018
'City Voices', 7.30 - 9 pm
The Light House, Chubb Buildings, Fryer Street, Wolverhampton, WV1 1HT
Tickets £3 on the door (includes a free glass of wine/fruit juice).

Saturday 15th September 2018
‘Country Voices’, 2.30 - 4 pm
The Meadow Inn, Buildwas Road, Ironbridge, Telford, TF8 7BJ
Tickets £4 on the door.
 

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