ALIVE

I’m reading this a few days after her funeral. The service was all in Italian but there was an English translation which made it easier to follow. On Saturday 11 March Greg Freeman phoned me to say that Carla had suddenly died. Five minutes later I left the house to attend the poetry prizegiving at the Farnham Literary Festival. There was an open mic after the awards and I wanted to read a poem for Carla. This was the only poem I had on me and it seemed right somehow reminding us to be alive and reminding us that Carla was also alive. I also read the poem at Winchester Muse where David Cooke, editor of The High Window, wanted to use it in the magazine, where it appeared a few days later, because Carla had written reviews there, was published under their imprint and was their Artist in Residence.

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