Head of Rye Grass, Twisted Seed Pod & Brush of Marram Three old stories It’s a mild afternoon. Sometimes they say things straight out of another world, carry all this clutter in their head until gradually the landscape accommodates it. They bend to the damp sand. Poem from DOORS OPENING (pub Oversteps,2016) She will be reading  with 4x4 at Aldeburgh 2017 on Friday, 3 November at 4.15 pm                          published in Acumen, Agenda, Ambit, Assent, Critical Quarterly, Coffee House, Envoi, Equinox, Frogmore, Ink Sweat and Tears, Interpreter's House, Iota, Links, Magma, New Welsh Review, The North, Obsessed with Pipework, Orbis, Outposts, Poetry Nottingham, Poetry Review, The Shop, Seam, Smith's Knoll, Stand, Staple, The Times, Under the Radar, The Wolf, Wordplay, “14”.  
Sally Festing