Me reading some festive poetry at the 12 Days of Christmas Pop-Up shop. I haven’t really got the whole happy Christmas spirit thing going on as my first poem, Christmas Shopping, was about someone collapsing and dying and the second poem, which is probably going to be called, Secrets, is about being poor.

I was out trick or treating with my friend’s kid in San Francisco and this was part of the haul. I had never tried candy corn before. Sometimes missing out on traditions isn’t a terrible thing. These come a close second to those purple sweets that tasted a bit like soap in the league table […]