Poetry at The Fringe – Sunday, 15 September, 2019

Back to The Fringe for some poetry. It was about celebrating Spring, though I either didn’t really process that or didn’t really care (and/or don’t have any Spring poems anyway).

So I got up early, second poet this time, and read three short new poems. The first, Stuff, Not Nonsense I wrote late on Friday night, so was up reading it just after 24 hours l…