And here comes Wenlock poetry Festival, one more time. But this year it's different. As poet-in-residence, there are six slots on the programme where I feature, plus three events that I really want to go to as a customer - and that doesn't leave room for much else. So glad I caught the brilliant but unassuming Jonathan Edwards in Shrewsbury last week, because i have to miss him here. I'm running a workshop so I simply haven't time to go to anyone else's, but if I did it would be Andrew McMillan's - I've been reading his Physical, fascinated by what it says about dads and sons, and marvelling at the distance between his poems and his dads'. Talking of poets who write stuff I could never write, there's also Steve Griffiths' marvellous late love poems - I went to his launch in Ludlow, so that means it's OK to miss him here. There's more good friends and good poets I'll miss out on - Emma Purshouse with Nailmaker's Daughters (what a fabulous cover that collection has) and I can't go to Chris Kinsey's session, because I'm busy launching my second collection with Thirza Clout - that's 2.00 pm on Saturday, folks. Yet again, it is all happening - but we get to what we can.