links on twitter, maybe a link from the wonderful Mackin Ink, a while ago.
becoming a journalist I thought I would be a poet. I thought my angst ridden,
middle class, ramblings were something that would make me famous.
the words failed me and I gave up that dream (along with the others – who knew you’d need a science A-level to
be a marine biologist?} but reading Amy’s blog and her daily poems make me want
to grab a notebook to hide somewhere, abandon all thoughts of iambic
pentameters and pen my deepest darkest secrets and feelings in poetry. Go read
Amy’s site and tell me you’re not right there with me……….