Death to the Literary Establishment

A subversive poet, calling himself U.V. Ray, in black leather and dark glasses - I think there's a sort of Christopher Eccleston look going on there - has asked me to be a Guest Poet on his website and I have agreed. I'm afraid I have a soft spot for subversives, occasionally resorting to subversion myself. My husband doesn't refer to me as 'a grenade in a small room' for nothing.

'Death to the Literary Establishment' says U.V. Ray. Well, indeed. I'll drink to that. And once they're all safely dead, we'll take over the position. You and me.

U.V. Ray's site can be visited by clicking here. Be strong.