You've picked a winner there. Good pup.

There's nothing better than the generous interplay between a writer and editor - and since writing poetry (only in the last three years) I've had so much constructive and kind feedback. It doesn't often lead to publication, but it always leads to more and better work. Really happy for you.

My mother died yesterday. This morning somebody tried telling my husband (and by proxy me) about this. I was apoplectic.

I’ve spent the afternoon editing a poem about living in a farm town and Midas’s donkey ears (don’t ask) and you’ve just given me the illustration.

And the horror of submitting an abject failure and then revising it enough to lift it above the bottom failure line - two days after the submission window closed....

A time zone lag plus my weird sleep habits mean I'll never get to submit - you go, Todd!

The halloween kangaroo. Please somebody tell me he was real.

Shared on FB and will do here. How appalling. Let's hope Mark's story leads to some kind of change. I'd always assumed you could simply request assistance advance anywhere in the world - I never would have thought even of a letter of proof.

We did everything you do to leave. I love endings like this - almost monosyllabic, plainsong, bittersweet.

Those were the days. Books had chutzpah.

This one's so very apt today... (and yet another thank you to @janezwart.bsky.social!)

What a run of gorgeous poems recently. This one's surely for all poets who wrestle with privilege and inequities alongside the poetic imperative. Again thank you.

Tetbury.

Anna! Congratulations, and lucky THEM to have such a creative, dynamic, original, and brilliant writer on their team!

And you should meet the staff. xxx

Ah you're in Texas, let me zoom out. It's in southwest Gloucestershire, about 100 miles west of London, in a beautiful if rainy part of rural England.

It's in Tetbury, near Westonbirt Arboretum, Stroud, and many other lovely things. It's a jewel of a bookshop, with the most wonderful staff.