In my latest poetry collection, there’s a poem made out of lines from other people’s poems – a form called a cento, which has a history going back thousands of years. The word ‘cento’ once referred to planting trees, but came to mean patchwork clothing, and then a poetic form made from fragments of otherContinue reading “Will we still beg when this is over? On literary events, access, and the pandemic”
Shadow Dispatches 