"I love Peter Gilmour’s syntax."
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.
I've been thinking about spelling.
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