What I’m reading

The title of Kevin Ireland’s latest book must be ironic: by my count Dreamy Days & Nothing Done (published this month by Steele Roberts) is his 19th collection of poems and there have also been six novels, two memoirs and a collection of short stories. 

It is a happy book. As Paul Simon nearly sang, he is still writing crazy love poems after all these years.

So here are Ray Charles and Van Morrison: