Getting your poetry published
So this is what I do during the reading window in July.
At StAnza this year, time stopped (for me) more than once in St John’s Undercroft, one of my most favourite venues in the world. Click on this sentence to see a picture.
It’s better when it’s frosty, and it’s frosty today.
About eighty have arrived so far. The postie is no longer surprised by the weight of our mail.
Well, it’s working. Ten sets arrived yesterday. In for a penny, in for a pound.