I don’t get as much time as I would like these days to read and write poetry, which is a shame. After all, it is only because I started attending poetry workshops with Roddy Lumsden that I ended up writing for a living. I suppose that makes Roddy and all the other poets I met in the workshops sort of honorary god-parents to Harriet and Crowther. Now and them though I get tempted back to poetry, normally when I get offered biscuits or the opportunity to write about them.

Amy Key and Charlotte Runcie have but together a pop-up poetry collection of cakes, chocolate chips and baking in general and I’ve got a poem there today. Whatever you think of my contribution, I promise there are lots of sweet treats to be found on their site. Here is the link.