Going to this poetry reading was like going to a new Quaker Meeting. Different, but totally familiar.
A very good friend of mine was there to read her work, so that was the real reason for driving an hour down the motorway and getting back near midnight.
I met someone whose blog I follow, found a fellow member of the closed poetry group I belong to on Facebook, saw 2 familiar faces from the Lower Shaw Farm where I spent a weekend gardening and talking, met a home educator and said the words "I don't know you" to a complete stranger as my introduction.
Martin Figura
Helen Ivory
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