Thanks to Walter Magazine for carrying my poem “Prophecy” in its Jan issue. I guess it’s about how we have been flung in certain unalterable ways but can find branching paths if we look very hard. So it’s a poem for the new year, for this new year, when we’ll need all our resolve in our flungness.

Unless the Poetry Foundation is trollier than we ever guessed, this is a real Edward Lear poem, and for Victorian children’s verse it’s absolutely filthy

If you’re looking for something to do in Durham tonight, come to Shadowbox!