Hot on the heels of a published poem in issue 66 of The Interpreter’s House comes an acceptance for the DIVERSIFLY anthology: Everyday Encounters with the Birds of Britain’s Towns and Cities – in Poetry & Art. Edited by Nadia Kingsley, it will be published in January 2018 by Fair Acre Press. Mine’s a wee poem (like its subject) but I’m thrilled nevertheless.
Submissions still viable:
- 5 unpublished poems to a poetry magazine, via Submittable, in early June are now ‘In-Progress.’ – since 24th October, in fact – I took to checking daily. (Online submission portals are great, but the trackable status of active submissions serve to highlight the waiting time between ‘Received’ and ‘In-Progress’ (and from thence to ‘Declined’ or ‘Accepted’).
- 4 previously-published poems (3 plus 1) for 2 themed anthologies, to be published by the same small press. (The proposed response dates for these have stretched, over time, from September to November).
- 2 previously-published poems submitted (last year? the year before? I forget) to Poetry in the Waiting Room. I’d be seriously chuffed if either one of ’em gets to grace an NHS waiting room at some point in the future. ‘Nothing ventured…’, right?
- 1 poem entered for a themed poetry competition. I saw (a Facebook link to the announcement on Write Out Loud), I read (the theme, the rules) I entered (I had a poem ready for submission that I reckon fits the theme well). I like the level playing field of competitions. And ‘you have to be in it…’, right?
- I still have high hopes for one particular poem recently returned from my TIH #66 submission. I’ll send it out again without any re-drafting (not sure where, yet).
I’m having second thoughts about a few poems that have been around the houses (including TIH). I’ll re-draft them before re-submission. Or they may end up consigned to Unfinished or Dubious – sub folders where the unviable languish. But there are some NaPoWriMo poems that have lain dormant for months and are ripe for nurturing.
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 🙂
Look what landed on my doormat this morning!
Perfect bound, its cover like a silk skin, that ink-on-paper fresh-from-the-printer’s aroma; the latest issue of The Interpreter’s House is a joy to handle. Running my eye down the list of poetry and prose contributors on the back cover, I’m impressed. And delighted to be in such fine company, as I have a little poem in there, too. It’s one that will feature in my forthcoming pamphlet as part of a short sequence (more about that in my next blog post).
Hot on the heels of its Brighton launch, there’s to be a Nottingham launch, too. It’s hosted by Five Leaves bookshop. I’m really looking forward to reading at this event. Here are the details if you’re local to the midlands or fancy a jaunt for an evening of poetry and Prosecco:
You can buy a single copy or take out a subscription here.
Me? I’m factoring a long coffee stop into my day.
Hotfoot from visiting David Bowie Is at the V & A (see previous blog post) and duly restored by a lunch of rainbow trout, buttered baby new potatoes and seasonal veg, washed down with more Earl Grey tea, I took to the tube for my first visit to The Saison Poetry Library in the Southbank Centre.
Anyway, after a morning of queuing, standing and walking, it was a short hop from Embankment tube station across Hungerford Bridge (cold and blowy, grey view):
for nigh on three blissful hours of (seated) browsing through mostly current issues of the many poetry magazines I can’t afford to subscribe to. In the final print issue of Sphinx (a few years ago), an interview with Chris Emery made interesting reading in light of Salt’s very recent decision to cease publication of single-author poetry collections.
After that, I had time for no more than a cursory look at the shelves (contemporary poetry collections and pamphlets from 1912 onwards, plus a few earlier poets deemed to have influenced contemporary poetry).
Tucked away in the back corner (hardly occupying pride of place in a library that has neither sufficient space or pride of place itself, being tucked away in a corner on the fifth level of the Southbank Centre…) was a desk signed by all the participants in London’s Poetry Parnassus, 2012:
I was tempted to take out (free) membership, but I know that my visits will be so infrequent that returning books on loan is impracticable. But I do hope for a return visit to explore more of the poetry on those shelves in the not-too-distant future.