They walked back to the Bistro. The Christmas rush of swarming bodies covered in a patchwork of holly green, cranberry red and navy wool apparel. There were less fur-topped bobbing beanies, less huddles of parka jackets dashing past. Everyone had completed their last-minute gift-buying and hurrying home to wrap them up. It was perfect. The…
Festive supper excerpt
Valentina’s Boudoir
Red roses sit upon Valentina’s night stand. Her bedroom is a boudoir of passions. Valentina lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment that sits above the bookshop she runs. It’s small with the usual creaky floors and looks out onto the main high street. Everybody is always popping around to see her. Valentina’s room is a…
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Valentina Nucci: Voluptuous Goddess
Valentina Nucci is a Goddess of Self-Love…
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Book Signing: Newent Association for the Disabled
Meet Catherine and get your copy of Bohemian Love signed.
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Brooklyn Poets Yawp reading
New York poetry reading. Listen to the first ever reading of Moroccan Sun.
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Cocktail & Poetry open mic at Lupa in Hereford
I’m delighted to share I have just performed several poems from my book Bohemian Love at Lupa a fantastic Cocktail bar in Hereford. They host a delightful open mic every Thursday night from 7.30pm. Here’s a little look back at the night’s performance. In the Louvre mini clip Champagne breakfast at The Savoy mini clip…
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LA Cobalts Poets – Open Mic reading
I am so delighted to share I got to do a reading for the wonderful and longstanding Cobalts Poet Reading night. It’s been running every Tuesday night in LA since 1984 by poet Rick Lupert. You can watch the whole online Open Mic on Facebook. If you’d like to see my two poem reading. At 1hr 1mins…
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Christmas Poem: The Notebook on the Mantlepiece
Christmas Poem: Inside the cottage… Upon the mantlepiece rests an inherited clock, cloak of dust and ornaments. A pinecone sits alone.
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Poetry is my Alchemy…
Thoughts… It is our life’s work to manifest this alchemy.
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Last Summer
Novel: Welcome to Wonderland. The girls lay on the grass sleepy from canapés and rosé, cheeks cerise from the heat…
