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First Kiss - available for pre-order now!

My first poetry collection comes out on 22nd May 2020, and is now available to pre-order. I was hoping to do all sorts of events, and plan to, once we can do that kind of thing again, but for now I'm going to be doing a live launch on Insta at 5.30pm on Friday 22nd. You'll find me here.

It's a coming of age chapbook, beautifully put together by Maytree Press, with gorgeous cover art from Annie Ovenden.

Here's what my publisher had to say:
First Kiss is a remarkable debut collection from Yorkshire born writer Cara L McKee, 
And here's a little taster:
I thought that my first kiss
was required for the rich boy
tearing petals from gardenias
in October, throwing them
from the old bridge into the Wharfe,
wailing that the blooms
would get more kisses from the water
than he would get from me.
If you would like to get a copy, I can send you a signed one - just let me know in the note to seller. You'll find the button to buy a copy in the side bar on the home page (from this post click the arrow in the top left corner, then click the three little lines). If you need to get in touch you can email me on caramck (at) gmail (dot) com.
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  1. Hamnet Banjuhlo22 May 2020 at 10:31

    Good luck with the launch : )

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    1. Cara L McKee8 June 2020 at 16:26

      Thank you! Did you catch it? You can still see it on IGTV here: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CAf2DWaHafk/

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