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Mainstream Love Hotel

My 6th full poetry collection - and debut British collection (after living here since 2003) - is being launched at the legendary Calder Bookshop, on The Cut, in London, at 7 pm, Tuesday, September 15th (three weeks from today). The publisher is that intrepid small press, now in its tenth year, tall-lighthouse, run by the great Les Robinson. The title is Mainstream Love Hotel. You are very welcome to attend the launch - admission and wine free.

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Andrew Shields said…
Is the book already available?
Jeffrey Side said…
Good luck at the launch and congratulations on finally getting published in the UK.
EYEWEAR said…
Hi Andrew, no the book's official release is on September 15th. Thanks for asking, all best, Todd
Janet Vickers said…
Congratulations Todd!
Jane Holland said…
Good luck with the new collection, Todd! I'm delivering one of my kids to university that week, so it's unlikely I'll be able to afford another trip, but hope it goes well.
London hotels said…
Thank you for the info. I like poetry and I do some my own works. I'm planning to be in London next month via LMT and I would like to by your poetry collection. Were exactly can I buy it?

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