Thanks, everyone, I think these take me over 900 published or forthcoming poems, and I was only at 100 fifteen years ago. Who do I think I am, Bill Lantry? Considering that a palmist confidently predicted I'd be dead at 26, I'm pretty happy with how things are going: train Chucky, mow grass, teach high school three weeks a year, collect Social Security, and write poetry. And submit, submit, submit. Don Share took over from Chris Wiman at Poetry on Monday, so I sent him some poems. I'll let you know how I make out.
I am deeply grateful to the people at the Deep End for all the help they gave me during the last decade.
Last edited by Tim Murphy; 07-03-2013 at 02:49 PM.
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