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…
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…
Valentina Nucci is a Goddess of Self-Love…
Meet Catherine and get your copy of Bohemian Love signed.
New York poetry reading. Listen to the first ever reading of Moroccan Sun.
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…
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…
Christmas Poem: Inside the cottage… Upon the mantlepiece rests an inherited clock, cloak of dust and ornaments. A pinecone sits alone.
Thoughts… It is our life’s work to manifest this alchemy.
Novel: Welcome to Wonderland. The girls lay on the grass sleepy from canapés and rosé, cheeks cerise from the heat…
