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I haven't checked in for a while so thought I'd say hello and let you know what's going on with me. Basically I have a lot going on in my life at the moment, and so I'm not able to do as much writing. However, things are still happening. I try to keep the page which talks about my poetry up to date, so you can always click on that to find out where to find the latest things.

Just yesterday I was delighted to have my poem, The Bird on the Bind Collective website. The Bind Collective is an online platform for creative work examining ecology and the natural world. It's beautifully designed, and well worth an exploration. I particularly enjoyed Judith Klausner's work, (de)composed.

I am also delighted to have a poem coming out in issue 96 of Obsessed with Pipework. I have been submitting to them for quite a while, but never found a fit before. One of the editors at OwP is Katerina Neocleous who, like me, has had a book published with Maytree Press (you'll find it here). It's the book that made me decide to publish with Maytree, and it gets a brilliant review on The Blue Nib.

The last of my successes I'm sharing today is getting my poem Your Thread into the new magazine Tether's End. This is another beautifully designed website, and my poem is in Issue 2, 'Folklore', you'll find it here. The poem is inspired by an older writer, Rose, who had real style, and I admired her a lot. She also had a marvellously stinky attitude. Despite being a vibrant character, Rose told me she would like to dye her hair purple, but never had, and it was too late now. I showed her pictures of my Mum, who had pink hair before Helen Mirren, and gave her the number of a good colourist, but sadly Rose took ill soon after, and never did dye her hair purple.

So I suppose things are ticking along well enough! I'm reminding myself that things change like the seasons, and I won't always be feeling overwhelmed. Hope you're doing alright, and hanging in there.




  

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