A really good evening at Shrewsbury Library, where Offa’s Press were launching The Poetry of Shropshire. This is a stimulating mix of golden oldies (Housman, Mary Webb, Wilfred Owen), respectable moderns (Frances Horowitz, Fred d’Aguiar) and thirty contemporary poets. It’s a beautiful county so yes, there’s celebrations of history, landscape and wildlife. But there’s also comedy, car wrecks and an Afghanistan veteran wandering the Telford streets. When I first encountered the local writing scene fifteen years ago, there were some who thought that all the action happened in Birmingham, and this was a cultural desert. Not any more.