When I forget for a moment that he is about to blow the world up I chop
vegetables, make kefir, do laundry, sow seeds as if tomorrow, next week,
harvest ti...
Monday, 11 March 2019
A postscript to StAnza
I could and should praise StAnza for its superb array of poets, its beautiful venues and its excellent organisation, but what I'll treasure most from the past few days is its ability to remind us that we're not alone in our love of the genre. StAnza brings the poetry community together before sending us home with an incredible glow that lingers long, demanding that we read and write poetry, poetry, poetry...
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