Re-blogging this old piece of mine from Silver Birch Press, to remember my father on Father’s Day.
We are almost there! A new National Poetry Writing Month is about to start. I have a feeling it will be rather different this year. Over the past years, during the month of April I have always been somewhere – Dublin, Turin, last year I was in Rome for a week, and this year I should have spent the Easter holidays in London with my family.
But this year I am at home, I have been at home since the end of February because of the Coronavirus emergency in Italy. I am teaching my students from home, going out only if I really need to, for example to shop for food…
Let’s see what poetry will be like in the time of the Coronavirus.