Thanks, fellows. I sent a new prosimetrum, seven pages of prose and poetry recounting Feeney's last year in the field, and Chucky's first fumbling retrieves, to our Bill Thompson. There are two major poems, which I shall have to withdraw from Gray's, where they are on the growing wait list they have for me. Three smaller ones. Gray's are really stuck on publishing five poems per year, and of course they have to make room for John Beaton, whom I referred to them, dumb Tim. But Bill has sent it downstairs to his poetry editor, and I hope it will see the light of day. I love working with Bill, and I encourage all to send work and subscribe to Alabama Literary Review.
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