Has it really been a month? It seems like I was writing my ‘poetry this month’ about my publications in Boy Slut Magazine only the other day, but as it happens, that was 4 weeks ago!
Three of my poems are out in The Blue Hour this month. This lot are quite detached and dreamlike. Hold on a minute… my poems are always quite detached and dreamlike. A little bit of Greek mythology thrown in there somewhere? Oh well, I have an excuse, I was an archaeologist once upon a time in a land far, far away. And did I say detached? Only my head, that is. I’ve either had too much caffeine, or not enough.
Now that we’ve cleared that up, what a month! Is it just me, or do publishing schedules seem to come in waves? A few places I’ve looked into for submitting purposes are closed for their reading periods at the mo. I guess a lot of editors/ writers work in schools. Summer is the best time to get writing. As much as the papers always complain about working in education, at least the long holidays are a good time to knuckle down on one’s own projects. And of course, if you put all your eggs in different baskets, you never know how many will hatch – and into what. Personally I’d rather have an object that looks like an egg but is actually a lump of dalmatiner jasper. It might look spotty and it might be weird, but it sure lasts a long time.