I moved through late summer and autumn shell-shocked by a traumatic and sudden family bereavement, living day by day and letting whatever came unfold. Now autumn is subsiding into winter, we've turned our clocks back, pleating time and acclimatised to the earlier fading of daylight. I've had an acceptance from a magazine I've pestered with submissions for several years, a long-listing from another I thought 'too young and smart' for me and a poem displayed in a shop window on Oxford Street. Life - my life - goes on.
The North - Together Apart issue and Kim Moore's All the men I never married (Seren)