A Big Me Up

No poem today, just gratuitous self-promotion: if you are in the Stockport area next Thursday evening (the 13th), come see/hear my one-woman poetry reading. It’s only an hour long but it will be packed with opinions, silliness, embarrassing subject matter, and some clues as to what makes me tick.

The event is part of Stockport Arts and Health Week, with the focus on how personal experience feeds into art. Tickets are free but booking is essential.

Here’s the official blurb:

Arc’s first ever writer in residence Linda Cosgriff will be taking us back through her career and travels through a retrospective selection of her work. There’ll be time for questions, chatting, and Linda he will have copies of her book “Hormoanal” available to buy. Arc’s Creative Writing and stop motion animation exhibitions and The Gallery Cafe will also be open.

I have worked with Arc (Arts for Recovery in the Community) for about six years; it is a fabulous mental health charity, doing great things.

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Okay, if you read this far, you deserve a poem:

Embarrassed

Promoting family and friends –
that’s fine.
But myself?
That’s where I draw the line.*

*That’s clearly not true;
but what could I do?
It’s a blushing face;
or talking to space.

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