This is a poetry reading for my ex-husband Grant, the father of my children, who died a few days ago. He was 84, too young to spring this on us, but hey. It’s forty years since we separated, and we were fond of each other. Anyway, these are not gloomy poems and I think you’ll like them. So sit back, feet up, and think about your own dearly departed ones while I read to you.
The poems are Lust, A Family Secret, and My Dear Ghosts, all in my new book, How To Be Old.