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Chapbooks from the Scottish Writers' Centre

On Tuesday 10th March, just before everything got a bit mad on the meeting up front, at the very lovely Centre for Contemporary Arts (CCA) in inclement Glasgow, the Scottish Writers' Centre launched its beautiful chapbook - Island & Sea - the first in a series of five. I'm really happy to have had my poems chosen to be serialised throughout the series, and was delighted to have the chance to take part in the launch, and to get to hear the other work in the gorgeous wee chapbook, and the stories behind it.

Also I'd never before had the experience of a signing table, and that was gloriously friendly

I can't find the details of how to buy your own copy, because the Scottish Writers' Centre are working on their website just now, but perhaps you could email them here. It's a truly lovely little book, put together by Figment Books under the meticulous eye of the very lovely Laura Fyfe. I was hard pressed to choose a wee snippet to quote, but I couldn't go past Leonie's lapwings.

If you fancy getting your own poems into a future chapbook then I'm pleased to be able to tell you that submissions are open now, until May 24th, on the theme of city, town, and village. Apparently more details will be made available any moment now, but until they are, here are the details I used for submitting mine. The Scottish Writers' Centre are on Facebook and other social media, and should be getting their website sorted out soon.

Just while I'm here and talking of submitting work, Gutter magazine is also currently open for submissions (click here) until 27th March, and so is Dreich Magazine (I just got some poems into issue 4 - come join me - click here).

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