Three Poems in The Blue Nib #40

Three of my poems have been included in The Blue Nib, issue #40.

Looping Gravity
Cauldron Song
Aftermath





I read them at Ateneu La Base for PoémameBCN. See the review.

Cauldron Song was also Highly Commended in the 2018 Prole Laureate poetry competition.

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‘Care and Management of a New Year’ @ Ink Sweat & Tears

Proud to start the new year with a poem on Ink Sweat & Tears, a poetry site I’ve followed since #52 began, and longed to publish in. Happy 2020!

Care and Management of a New Year

A hearty thank you to Helen Ivory and Kate Birch and, as always, to Jo Bell and her 52 poetry project.

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A version of this poem was longlisted in the 2017 Amaryllis Christmas and New Year Poetry Competition. Thanks also to Stephen Daniels.

'While My Widow Searches the Clouds for a Sign' in Burning House Press

A poem of mine

While My Widow Searches the Clouds for a Sign

was included in the Burning House Press November issue, curated by Mauve Perle Tahat

The whole issue, including my poem, is beautifully illustrated by Moriah M. Mylod.

One Ocean, Two Seas in Firth

I have a very special poem in the first issue of Firth, and I wanted an equally special spot to place the second contributor's copy that Firth urged us to leave "for someone to find, and hopefully to read and enjoy."

From Scotland to Barcelona, from Barcelona to Jamaica Plain. Bon voyage, Firth!!

Visit Firth on facebook.

For the record, the poem is for Keith.

A Lesson in Russian Formalism in Issue #17 of Under the Radar

I'm in wonderful company in Issue #17 of the UK journal Under the Radar.
My poem is "A Lesson in Russian Formalism", on page 23.
Under the photo is a link to buy a copy : )



Under the Radar

On the Seawall in Rat's Ass Review's Love & Ensuing Madness

Rat's Ass Review has to be one of the best names for a poetry journal ever.

I have a poem in the Love & Ensuing Madness section, described as "a Ladies Getting It On dossier". So, you've been warned.

My poem is called On The Seawall. Clicking on the title link will take you there, but I can't be held responsible if you  never get back.

Asea in Yellow Chair Review

I'm so pleased to debut in Yellow Chair Review with a poem inspired by a prompt about home. I'm also quite tickled to be opposite such a fantastic piece of artwork. There are a few online poetry friends in here as well, and lots of good reading.
My poem, Asea, is on page 131.

Sundering

She sits as his last breath rises. His soul, energy, life-force hovers goodbye. No, she says. Rising, it disperses, turning into universe. No, she cries, how will I know you? Out near another galaxy it flinches. Gathers. Returns. Reenters her atmosphere. Ignites.

Elephant Opera Company

Always loud - coming or going -

we could not get rid of them fast enough.

Neither fashionable nor punctual

- unwieldy, spectacular, lumbering -

they ate up all the adornments

that kept us safely disguised

and then would not leave until

the fat lady sang.

 

Dust

Vase                      full

of once-red roses

years browned, perfectly

dried. Plucked, all twelve of

them, from the very

expensive flower

arrangements

left  in  the

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Florero                       lleno

de rosas, en su día rojas,
volviéndose, hace años, cada
 vez más marrones, perfectamente
secas. Arrancadas, cada
una de las doce, de los
carísimos arreglos
florales dejados
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