While I’m on the subject of favourite magazines, I have to include the online journal Angle. It leans towards slightly more formal poetry, in that they are keen on meter and rhythm, but all kinds of treasure can be found in its depths. And they are very deep depths, too – I’m not sure how they cope with it, but each issue is around 100 pages, and the previous and next issues contain a sizeable ekphrastic supplement, too. Angle is published in the UK by Philip Quinlan, and is edited by him and Ann Drysdale in the US, and I’d say the majority of poets are from the US. A number of the names are familiar from Antiphon, and I keep an eye out for Marybeth Rua-Larsen, Maryann Corbett, Jo Bell and Annette Volfing, just to mention a few. The subject-matter ranges all over the place, too, so it’s full of surprises. I was delighted to have a couple of poems in issue 6, and will have a couple more in issue 7, out very soon. It’s great company to be in.
One online magazine I’ve been fascinated by recently is Rattle. They’re based in the US, have a print issue four times a year and also publish many of the poems on their website. Unlike some US journals that seem to favour fairly unstructured narrative poems they publish a wide range of work and say ‘our goal is to promote a community of active poets’. I’d say I’ve really enjoyed over half of what I’ve read there, which is a pretty high hit rate.
Surprised and pleased to see an extensive interview with Noel Williams, co-editor of Antiphon, by poet Roy Marshall on his blog. (We reviewed Roy’s book, The Sun Bathers, in issue 9 of Antiphon. It’s a good one).
Since we’re in that lull between Antiphons, enjoying watching the submissions build up, I thought it would be interesting to discuss a few other magazines I’m particularly keen on. and that I encourage you to seek out and read. First up: Snakeskin, run by George Simmers. I’ve been reading Snakeskin for a while, but it’s been going much longer than that – the extensive archives go back to 1998. I think it must be the UK’s longest-running online poetry publication, and there’s a new issue every month – a tremendous amount of work. The poetry is always quirky and unusual, light on its feet, and some of course better than others, but there’s always work worth investigating. I was very pleased to have a poem published in the March 2015 issue. I recommend particularly looking out for the work of David Callin, Jane Røken, Ray Miller and Seth Crook – all great but very different poets, and often to be found in various corners of the web – including Antiphon, of course.
Here is possibly the last recording for this issue – unless any further poets wish to contribute! A rather sinister way to end…
Dexter, by Jeff Holt
But Antiphon continues – we’re now reading submissions for issue 15, so please send us your best, and spread the word!
And Antiphon gets there first – many congratulations to Basil du Toit who is one of the Poetry Business’s pamphlet winners this year. http://www.poetrybusiness.co.uk/news/143/490/The-winners-of-the-2014-15-Book-Pamphlet-Competition – read him in Act Four.
Plus, we’re delighted to bring you another excellent reading, this time from Wendy Vardaman:
Florence. Santa Felicita. 10/8/2008, by Wendy Vardaman
Thanks for all the sharing and tweeting about the new issue! If you downloaded a copy of issue 14 before around 8.00 pm GMT, could I ask that you pop back and download it again, as we’ve found an error in Annette Volfing’s great poem ‘In the Kitchen: I’m Fine‘, which has now been corrected (many apologies, Annette).
I’m delighted to add some further readings of work from Issue 14:
St Patrick’s Chair, by David Callin
The Lepidopterist’s Collection, by Tricia Knoll
Waif, by Rosemary Starace
I shall continue to add recordings of the poems over the next few days.
I’ve also added a sign-up box so that you can receive notifications of new issues and Significant Happenings in the world of Antiphon.
First, the poem that acts as the prelude to the issue:
Heading home in the dark – Seth Crook
This is Rebecca Gethin’s chilling view through the eyes of the official artist of the Nuremberg Trials.
The one she is sketching is bored with it all.
He is intimate with fear’s little rustlings,
its held breath, the way it burns throats.
She notes how his eyes seem singed,
how his mouth is a wide slit across the block
of his face. He no longer listens
to the prosecutors drilling into his head.
What he has noticed is her attention,
the questioning of her pen nib.
Her eyes flick from paper to subject.
The Reichsmarshall looks up, stares straight back.
The quietly moving Living with the Dead, by Sandra Kolankiewicz
Living with the Dead, by Sandra Kolankiewicz
And here is Michael Bradburn-Ruster’s study of a feather that leads to something wider:
I never saw the bird, nor heard its flight,
assuming it was ever there at all;
perhaps the drowsy breeze began to wilt
and snatched up in one final flare of style
the weightless blade that spun down, helical
and delicate, to grace my path. I knelt
to a flame the color of fog, a quill
whose filament was pearl, articulate
of cloud, and seas’ immensity, of mist
and grassy headland stooping to the shore:
that feather filled my hand until a mast
loomed out of loneliness, and with a sheer
bloom of canvas, my heart – long pent and blind –
unfurled and glimpsed the day’s uncharted land.
And the wonderfully rich Bee Library, by Kay Buckley
Bee Library, by Kay Buckley