Notes on the One Year Anniversary of Anne Stevenson’s Death

I don’t remember how I found Anne; I don’t know if I came across her in one of my poetry anthologies or if I found her through my obsessive googling about Oxford, fetishising some far-off life of academia that could only take place under the light reflecting off the windows of the Radcliffe Camera. IContinue reading “Notes on the One Year Anniversary of Anne Stevenson’s Death”