chaps

When I was growing up, my family referred to our soft toys as 'chaps'. As far as I'm aware, this is a family coinage, rather than a generally accepted term for teddies and other cuddly beings. I'm not, on the whole, nostalgic for my childhood, which says a lot more about me than about my …

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Melbourne, Berlin, London, Coventry & Beirut

Poetry can take you to many places. On Wednesday night we travelled to all these cities without leaving the discomfort of the Poetry Café's infamous orange plastic chairs. I was one of four invited readers at South Bank Poetry magazine's First Wednesday event, along with Norbert Hirschhorn, Peter Raynard and Amy McAllister. The time allotted …

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