The pursuit of literary happiness
“Poetry is like an erect penis that is not disturbing or threatening.” Yep, someone said that at the first ever European Poetry Festival. Was it said ironically? You’ll have to keep reading. The European Poetry Festival was like a lazy river going around London, from Kingston to Shoreditch to Knightsbridge except not at all lazy.…
Ohmygoditwasamazing. Thousands of book lovers! So many dreams, and it was finally my industry. For my high school graduation present, I attended Book Expo America….
I’m obsessed with indie presses. Why, you may wonder? I love the individuality of each press and their publishing vision; I appreciate their nurturing relationship with their…
In Vilnius, you cannot fail to notice the Baroque facades of the churches, dancing like the Baltic sea waves, cornices breaking in foam of stucco…
It’s 2am and I just can’t put it down. I’m peeling through the pages of Searching for Gertrude, absolutely riveted. Will Rudolf find his love?…
StAnza, StAnza, StAnza Poetry Festival. It is only part of the reason that I moved back to the UK. I love it. Going to…
In a six-story Waterstones on Birmingham High Street, Verve Poetry Festival mustered poets and poetry lovers together under hot pink bunting on a blistery…
This past weekend, I traveled to Calais to volunteer with Help Refugees, a grassroots nonprofit that provides meals, clothing, firewood, and education to…
It’s the night before I set off to Calais by way of Dover. As I’ve said, which is all there is to say, I’m…
“We are not Groupies. Groupies sleep with rockstars because they want to be near someone famous. We are here because of the music, we inspire…