I have the good fortune to have encountered indulgent editors in Really System; they just published the longest poem I’ve yet had in print. It’s actually something I wrote for my brother, as an attempt to rehash a theatre piece we were working on. The subject was a gloomy, old-man Alexander the Great, transplanted into a gloomy, old-man seaside town in the south of England. In the original incarnation, Alexander is swallowed by an apocalyptic storm. In this version, which I wrote in verse, the apocalypse is more in his mind than in reality.
Off the Coast is a journal based way, way up in Robbinston, Maine. I’ve had work published with them before, and for their Spring 2014 issue they chose a poem I wrote when I was on a bit of an African kick. In a presumably coincidental development, the picture on the front cover is a cartoon of two ladies on bicycles looking at the outline of Great Britain, which is hovering above them in the sky. Not even weird.
The guys at Electric Windmill decided to give me another go around. They now list me as a “regular contributor”, which I’m quite inordinately chuffed about. Pick up the PDF of #007 here. Another poem about Ophelia! Don’t say I don’t take on varied subjects. The print edition may appear in the Fall, but the last one still didn’t appear yet, so who knows? That’s all for now, mes poules. Good evening!