Sunday Poem today from the wonderful Claudine Toutoungi
Sunday Poem – Bob Horne
I’m sat in my writing room looking out at darkness once again. That isn’t entirely accurate of course. I can see the edges of the houses whose back gardens lead onto ours. I can make out the shape of a…
Sunday Poem – Heidi Williamson
This is a photo of my triple gig bag, which is now 15 years old. I bought this bag in my first year at music college. Sometimes it did have three trumpets in, my Bb, my D/Eb trumpet and a…
