About two weeks ago, I submitted one of the poems I've written since Steve died to an online magazine.

They had a themed issue on the subject of grace...and I thought it fit, even if that's through gritted teeth for me.

This morning they emailed - 'We liked it, and we spent extra time with it, but we don't have a place for it in the current issue.'

It's hard to seek publication for such personal writing - I feel like I'm running around saying 'Please, see me.'

It's a difficult balance to strike...