The Write Out Loud word army marches again, to Liverpool.

Yes, the WOL word army has been on the campaign trail again, invading the fine folks at Dead Good Poets, with our own eclectic brand of performance poetry.

The first up to rock the mic was one of our Veteran readers John Clay, who stunned his audience with his old fashioned charm and softly spoken power to get the night off to a memorable high.

Next to stand in the scouser spotlight was also the youngest WOL Captain, Scott Devon. Who again showed us what street poetry is all about as he hammered home the next barrage with his explosive energy and old skool beats. Proving once again that he really is a free standing thundersmack, held together by fireclaps.

Then the word army fired out Sandre Clay, who took us on a brilliantly judged journey through her unique brand of modern world musings. A great performer, a superb poet, who quite rightly got a massive cheer from the crowd, leaving them wishing for more.

But the word armies secret weapons had yet to be unleashed. Just when the crowd thought it was safe to go back in the water, they struck. Paul Blackburn took to the stage and slapped the mic with his off the wall and often controversial comedy. He left the crowd wondering what they had just seen and we left him with no doubt that we had loved it. A fantastic poet, who is not afraid to take risks, a must see.

But all good battles must come to an end and our last poet took the stage. He was resplendent in his black suit and shock white trainers. ‘Don’t worry’ he told us, ‘l’m an executive jogger’. It was Nat Clare, who finished the night of with a hilarious poem which has a rather self explanatory title, ‘I knifed Noddy’. It was never ever going to fail and Nat pulled it off with a sniper’s precision. Out of this world performance and he was rewarded with a standing ovation. Great poets, great night, Dead Good Poets, if you miss it, you’ve missed out.