I would prefer to give books away.
When I was young poetry festivals didn’t exist.
It was difficult getting the window to shut. Several envelopes were stuck in the hinges. But it has shut now.
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.
This is cheating. I am really thinking about StAnza.