Thank you for strangely charming us again, Graham Higgins
Obsessed With Pipework number 90 has its amazing Graham Higgins cover art, and we are in the process of arranging its contents in the “best” order – so it should be on its way to the printers in the next day or two.
We are keeping the cover art under wraps, but here’s a list of the contributors & their poems:-
Julian Aiken: Orchard;
Roger Allen: Ghost morning, July;
Liz Birchall: My thumb;
Cindy Botha: Hearth;
Melanie Branton: Passages;
Genevieve Carver: Snowball;
Philip Dunkerley: Stress test;
Jackie Fellague: The Voice of Purgatory;
Fish Out of Water;
Annie Fisher: Missing the man next door;
Ceinwen Haydon: Lopsided;
Margaret Livingston: Milk float;
The sea spider’s journey on land;
A small darkness;
Pat Marum: First-footing;
Pauline May: Log Boat;
Diana Sanders: Pilgrimage;
Fae Sapsford: On the behaviour of schooling fishes;
Mark Sorrell: In response to Harold Gilman;
Sue Spiers: How to truly listen;
Nola Turner: Patience;
Children can be still at times;
Iain Twiddy: Tattoo;
Mark Valentine: White hound;
Phil Vernon: Getting out;
Not walking under ladders;
Watching the moon landing;
Sarah Walsh: Crocodile;
Maria in the sea;
Roddy Williams: Goodbye.
Any other poems recently accepted will be carried forward to the August issue.
Here is the cover artwork Graham Higgins has created for the forthcoming February issue number 89 of Obsessed With Pipework, now in the final editing stages. Look out for a list of the wonderful poets to be included in the next few days, and get in touch if you have not yet subscribed – still a mere £15 for a year’s four issues posted to a UK address.
FOR PROSPECTIVE CONTRIBUTING POETS:
see how few words you can use to share something revealing and also interesting about yourself, your mind, your life or how you work (unless it is all in your poems, of course).
Here is the latest cover:
On being an editor
There is something mystical about being a midwife at the birthing into the world of these stories
Maybe not doing God’s work, or the Lord Buddha’s exactly – maybe more doing the work of the universe in the spirit of belief in something beyond and above
Something we can’t quite grasp but sense, just as on first reading I sense a music in these elegiac poems and only later can see the subtle rhymes and then how the chimes and echoes between different poets’ pieces have somehow, magically and with no intention from me, put themselves together into a pattern.
I see a hundred
lost policemen’s hats
across the universe
along our rolling English roads
belly button of the known world
rolling out to Paris, to Prague,
to Rome, South Africa,
to poor benighted USA –
blown along on a wind of words
A hundred puzzled readers
searching for the story.
. . . to the printers any day now.
These are the poets whose work will be represented: