When Evil Goes Wrong

In a darkened hole somewhere in Biggar, Satan’s meat-suit aka David Bishop, is bleeding from every orifice and killing random rodents in fury.  Well perhaps not outright fury, but he’s definitely in a snit. Having spent two years demonising poetry as the work of …his own, the very talented Sean Martin has ignored Bishopian scripture and won the Wigtown Festival 2011 Poetry Competition. Massive congratulations to Sean and commiserations to the Bishop.           Wigtown Poetry competition Sean Martin blog Continue reading When Evil Goes Wrong