QLRS: Vol. 9 No. 2 Apr 2010
I have a poem in this issue entitled Bad Weather, a poem written in a notebook when I heard the news about Dorothy Porter's death on the radio. She died from a strong type of breast cancer, and when I heard the news I was in the car park of the Mercy Hospital, waiting anxiously for my wife who was inside having a second mammogram because the first was inconclusive. That rough draft went through some changes on its way to its final shape as presented in these pages.
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