I am very pleased to be in such a ‘timely’ anthology, this post’s title qualifying that term. My individual poem is perhaps singular, expressing contempt for the pathetic ‘little englander’ narrative – the one voiced throughout Brexit, and the silliness of the tags experienced in a lifetime when having chosen to live in a country other than the place of your birth and nationality. I also mean my voice does not have to deal with the nastiness, misrepresentations, neglect, abuse and all the significant rest some others in this collection share from their experiences – though not forgetting the celebrations. I do like the line ‘welcoming arms of poetry’.
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#24 – the final poem from this collection
(Images by artists and photographer Nick Dormand)
in the cloud
on this full
dappled by the
of bamboo in
a soft wind
a DJ intro’d
its light and dark
on the couch
starting to fall
As it says on the cover, our second collaboration: images found in Nick’s out and about; my words prompted by and found in response to them.
Please feel free to read and download: Undulations as Rhythm.
The Red Ceilings Press has a brand new web site and you can see it here.
Because my chapbook And I Used to Sail Barges is one of the relatively recent publications, I appear on the opening page. This will soon move on. My auto-fiction is still available, and that probably isn’t the correct description of its genre: to read more and perhaps purchase, you can check out further details here.
I was saddened to hear of Gerald Locklin’s passing yesterday, a poet whose writing I have always, always enjoyed reading. Having recently included the following in the autobiography I am writing, I post it here as a tribute to and in fond memory of him.
You can find further posts of mine about Locklin and his writing here.
Thankful to have a poem with International Times here today. With appreciation to Rupert and IT.
I am also particularly pleased with the illustration by Atlanta Wiggs, so huge thanks for that as well.