I’m having a very quiet year – in terms of poem acceptances, that is. I’m doubly pleased, therefore, to have a poem (The Night Driver’s Wife) published in the latest issue of The Interpreter’s House magazine. My contributor’s copy of issue 66 arrived in Monday’s post. What a beauty!
I’ve not had time to do more than glance down the list of contributors on the back cover. There are poets I’m looking forward to reading for the first time as well as re-acquaintances and firm favourites. Poetry magazines and small presses are labours of love; some I’ve admired have disappeared over the past few years, so it’s really encouraging to see TIH go from strength to strength under Martin Malone’s editorship, ably assisted by Charles Lauder Jnr. If you’d like to subscribe or purchase a single copy, it’s as easy as clicking here (although I notice issue 66 isn’t available at the time of writing this).
Will there be a launch? And will it be do-able in terms of travelling distance and other commitments? I hope so 🙂
How’s retired life, then?
It’s the question on most folks’ lips by way of a greeting, these days.
Since I retired from Primary School teaching at the end of the summer term, life has been a rollercoaster ride. In addition to the highs and lows, steps forward and backward, complications, frustrations and delays of selling and buying property (and sorting, getting rid and packing, packing, packing), my husband’s sudden illness at the end of July was a curveball.
To fast-forward 3 months (and counterbalance a self-indulgent tale of woe) :
- my husband has defied medical and surgical statistics and has made a remarkable recovery
- a few days after his hospital discharge, we celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary with afternoon tea at our favourite local cafe
- we are ever more thankful for the NHS (the expertise and swift action of paramedic, surgeon and radiographer, the nurse who stayed past the end of her shift, meals served and water jugs re-filled with a smile and a first name greeting, to name but a few)
- my early retirement was timely
- just when we were ready to throw in the towel, the miracle happened: in the space of two days, we exchanged contracts, completed and moved home
- an end to a stressful period (and the chaos and hard graft of moving day itself) meant that leaving our family home of 21 years wasn’t the wrench I thought it would be
- most of the boxes are now unpacked and our bungalow (in a quiet cul-de-sac with friendly neighbours, at the other end of the village we found we didn’t want to leave) already feels like home
- after 11 days without, we now have broadband and a functioning land line once more, my husband has a work station in a corner of the lounge and I have a study corner in the bedroom
I’ve not felt much like reading poetry, lately – and even less like writing any – but poetry happenings have offered occasional respite. And this is supposed to be a poetry blog, so here’s a chronology of my poetry goings and doings:
- Sat 8th July: Soundscape cafe at Leicester cathedral – poetry readings and music performances throughout the day on the theme of ‘the tapestry of life.’ i read two city poems from my Bru writing residency.
- Writers’ Meet-Ups, Tuesday mornings monthly at Bru coffee in Leicester: an opportunity to share writing updates, spread the news of upcoming events and to network with local writers across the genres.
- Twice-monthly Soundswrite meetings: discussing published poems by others and workshopping poems-in-progress.
- Wed 20th Sept: Leicester Writers’ Showcase at the central library: as part of this series of monthly events, members of Soundswrite poetry group read poems from their latest anthology together with featured readings by Marilyn Ricci and Maxine Linnell from their newly-launched Soundswrite Press collections Night Rider and This Dust (respectively).
- Mon 25th Sept: Leicester Shindig (bi-monthly) – open mic plus featured readings by Romalyn Ante from her V. Press pamphlet, Rice and Rain; Matthew Stewart and Rebecca Bird from their Eyewear collections The Knives of Villalejo and Shrinking Ultraviolet (respectively).
- Sat 30th Sept: a cancelled ceilidh gig that evening meant I could indulge myself with a day in London for the Free Verse Poetry Book Fair – book browsing and buying, poetry readings through the day and into the evening. I even managed an hour or so in the British Museum beforehand.
- Wed 4th Oct (the evening before Moving Day!): Soundswrite hosted an informal read-around on the theme of Poems for our Times as part of Leicester’s Everybody’s Reading festival.
- Sat 7th Oct: networking with readers and fellow writers from the Soundswrite table at Leicester central library’s Local Writers’ Fair (another Everybody’s Reading event).
I’ve lots more to blog about and that gives me plenty of material for future posts. After all, I’ll have more time at my disposal now, won’t I?