Tonight I'm meant to be reading three poems at the Poetry Cafe in Covent Garden. I have only read a poem in public once before and I was so scared that my voice disappeared and I could hardly read from the quivering page in my trembling hands.
It's now 11.30 am and my reading is six hours off, but my heart is pounding and I feel sick and I'm praying for a sudden Tube strike. What a wimp!
Quiet September Days
6 days ago