Here you go. The July issue of Poetry Wales. Haven’t read it fully, but two poems by Matthew Sweeney precede mine, and I’m an admire of his work (so, sweet). Matthew Sweeney was external examiner for my creative writing thesis (an alternative to the usual academic one offered at WSCAD, the art college I attended), back in 1989. I’d produced a novella about dole life in South Wales circa ’84 – he gave me a first for it (the utterly upper-middle class faculty didn’t believe in, or couldn’t conceive of, the world I’d described; Matthew knew it, an Irish version of it). Of course, he encouraged me to continue writing, and I did, have. I haven’t tackled prose in an age. Mine tends to the poetic, that is, it’s about the bricks and mortar of sentences (lines), making it labour intensive architecture. Anyway, click here to order a copy of the issue.
