Easy. Here’s a festival I made earlier.

The fact is this house is beginning to resemble my brain, in which bits of rhyme and reason are all jumbled up together in a glorious mess. Half the time, I don’t know who wrote what or where. Only that someone did.

Give me a poem starting ‘I remember’ and I will suggest you drop the first two words. And yet . . .

Week one of the July submissions window is over already.

Poems by heart. Should we?