The Return Of The Dirty Diva

Liz Lochhead was my first love. I fell in love with Dreaming Frankenstein before I even knew what a poem was or that I could write them myself. Liz’s words thrilled me, caused a deep low-down tickle that unnerved me. Years passed and there were many other poetic loves; Plath, Pollard, Kay, Duffy, Auden To…