New Lyricist Update

As regular readers of this blog will know, I am working with determination and diligence towards the publication of New Lyricist magazine. I have obtained an ISSN for the magazine, meaning it can be distributed and sold all over the world, and the cover is looking beautiful. There is, however, a lot of painstaking design... Continue Reading →

Sonnet for Daina

We say goodbye, as April turns to May,but not forever, only for a time.The seasons, months, and years all fall awaywe reason so: remembered days in rhyme Are fondly summoned to the heart and mindthe children's laughter, party games and song; and momentarily it seems unkindto recall past joys after they are gone. Still I... Continue Reading →

Still Time

I wonder, by the riverside while following the swirling tideof human filth, spilled far and wide:Is there still time to save us? The factory's putrefaction stenchand farmed manure, in ditch and trenchadd to the rot, compound the stench:This is no way to save us. Yet somehow, it is not despairbut strength, in nature's song I hear,(while... Continue Reading →

Spring

Spring, once again spring,outside our window, starlings singas light takes on a gold-green glowsomehow I know (somehow I know)that new life is awakening I sense a stir — a quickeningand all things turn towards the lightas well they might (as well they might). Day breaks like the waves upon the beach, through tide-washed caves,carving the secret codicesof... Continue Reading →

New Lyricist Submissions Now Closed

Thank you so much to everyone who submitted their work to the forthcoming New Lyricist magazine. We will be writing to you all over the coming weeks with a decision on your submission. The response has been fantastic, and we're excited to begin work on putting the publication together. Watch this space for further updates,... Continue Reading →

An Apple for the Teacher

Give an apple to the teacherwith a twinkle in her eyeand a one-way ticket to a dreamnine miles high. Give an apple to the teachertell her not to be afraidand an apple to her daughterwho wishes she had stayed home — light in her eyeslike the dream she held so dearwhich you turned into a... Continue Reading →

In a post-truth world…

We are living in a post-truth world where everything is what you make itno one will tell you you are right or wrong:but everyone willchoose sidesopt for this or that camp; over alldeny what's going on around, above, below, beside, beneath them;only listen to the wind,it knows the answer,as the permafrost is plundered for its oil reserves the... Continue Reading →

My Love comes through

As snow falls silent through a sullen greysky, without a wisp of winter sunI only hope my love comes through today. The timetable must bring either dismayor hope - will loneliness or funwin out, this gentle January day? The robin on the railings does not playbut seeks succour and warmth, alone like onewho only hopes... Continue Reading →

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