A couple of pictures from last week’s launch of A Gift of Rivers at Waterstones in Amsterdam.

Kate kept everyone engaged despite feeling a bit below par, and Tim says he sold lots of books (Kate noticed some people buying more than one copy, which is always nice.) Wish I could have been there!

There are a handful of copies left in store so anyone in Amsterdam who missed it Tim will be very pleased to sell you a copy.

Also available at all bookshops that stock poetry, and can be ordered by any that don’t, and of course direct from us.

There will be more readings soon, in the UK. watch this space!

In the meantime here’s the first review, from  London Grip

and the title poem

A GIFT OF RIVERS

Flying into Amsterdam
I see how a giant comb has pulled the hairs of the fields
into straight, wet lines, how the occasional hedge
runs on wiry feet away from the open,
how as the plane tilts
the edge of the water-land-water seems ghostly as the meniscus
an empty glass has left behind,
how the many transparent
voices of water thicken in canals
and the old windows in the city
are so like rolled water you wait for fish
to swim through their bubbles.

When I left the branches across our yard
were empty. Now small green fists
punch out space.

Thank you for your gift of rivers.