It was a year in which I sold my home, separated from my wife and family, spent some months in New Zealand where I learned the ukulele, fractured my spine in three places mountain biking and in September came close to dying of heart problems.

During that year, unable to make sense of things, making things rhyme seemed the next best thing, I started writing poetry.

This is a blog to promote that book and tell the story of getting it made (or not... who knows...).

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