It’s my submissions month, so lots of fat brown envelopes are flopping onto the mat.
0 Comments
It’s my submissions month, so lots of fat brown envelopes are flopping onto the mat.
It happens all the time, like a book you know is there but can’t find on the shelves.
There was a time when I couldn’t have gone, and I haven’t forgotten it.
It’s a gorgeous thing when a poem arrives at a felicitous rhyme, a choice word that pops up by happenstance.
There are more of them all the time. How do you win them? How do you CHOOSE the winner?
By accepting you will be accessing a service provided by a third-party external to https://happenstancepress.com/