I'm still singing along to tunes from The Second Hand Marching Band gig last night. Mainly in my head, but every now and again I break out into a chorus on the train or in a lecture. Good, good stuff, and lovely people.
Friday, February 06, 2009
I'm still singing along to tunes from The Second Hand Marching Band gig last night. Mainly in my head, but every now and again I break out into a chorus on the train or in a lecture. Good, good stuff, and lovely people.
About Me
- Name: Liz Bassett
- Location: Glasgow, United Kingdom
Liz Bassett writes poems about skies and elephants and the occasional ship. In her poems people fall asleep under their duvet and wake up under lines of migrating geese, and in love. Her poems have been placed in the Bridport competition, short listed for the Plough Prize, and been published by The Red Wheelbarrow, Agenda Broadsheet, White Leaf Review, The Guardian Poetry Workshop, and in the anthologies My Mother Threw Knives (Second Light Publications), Solitaire (Templar Poetry)and New Poets from Britain and America (White Leaf Press). She is a reviewer for Sphinx (HappenStance Press). Her pamphlet 'How to Wire a Life for Love' is available from Knucker Press.
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