It’s particularly nice to be in print. Satisfying. Words you can smell on the page.
This Autumn Equinox, my poems appear in a delightful newspaper of the seasons called The Pearl Vine. I found The Pearl Vine through The Concern Newsstand, which I found in turn through my publisher, Bored Wolves. The tagline is a Hope Mirlees quote: “There’s no clock like the sun, and no calendar like the stars.” Obviously, I subscribed immediately. Then I saw the creator was looking for submissions. A double delight has now alighted in my mailbox.
After I read it, says the publisher, I can compost the paper. A novice composter, and not a gifted one, I am nevertheless delighted with the idea of my words floating through the post boxes, homes, and minds of a few interesting folks for a week or a season, then decomposing in those same folks’ gardens, giving back a small something to the earth. Poets are necessarily into metaphor. It will be a fine corrective balancing, to watch my words cycle so literally with the seasons.
Contemplative magazine Leaping Clear (not in print — oh how I would love them to be!) is also currently featuring some of my poems and photos. I’ve previously mentioned Jody Gladding‘s poems in the same issue. I’m still enthralled with them.