Writing in Collaboration Workshop 4th February

I will be running a collaborative writing workshop in Wolverhampton this Sunday with my writing buddy, Roger Noons, as part of the Wolverhampton Literature Festival. We will be playing Japanese poetry games and discovering the surprising connections and shifts in meaning that occur when two or more people write collaboratively.


It's a pay-what-you-feel event. Book here

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