Miss Dunford Wood is something of an enigma. She introduces me to obscure Swedish music, music that I was previously unaware of, accompanies me to bizarre Manifesto readings and understands them more than I, and then casually announces she is also a musician and poet. Rather annoyingly her poetry is beautiful (I am yet to her any music, so will reserve judgement on that momentarily), and features in the latest issue of Cadaverine Magazine. I am happy to offer three of her exquisite verses for your delectable consumption, and suggest you feature the aforementioned publication to read some more…if she wasn’t so lovely, I would be inclined to dislike her.
Victoria Loomes
