Up and coming publications.
I have had a poem accepted at Mused - the BellaOnline Literary Review. It will appear in the Winter Solstice Issue out on December 21st. They are the self proclaimed 'Voice for Women' but they do accept submissions from men, unlike some sites I've come across. In other words, it's very nice to be a part of it. The poem is called Waiting for the Symphony. You can download their magazines for free.
I also had two poems accepted by the Citizens for Decent Literature, (a project of the Literary Underground). The poems are called Roundabouts and Us & them and the things in between. I've never had two poems accepted at once before. Not entirely sure when they will be up. It's nice to end the year on a high note.
Submitting work has taken up a lot of my time this year and though I've had success I may scale it back next year as I want to start work on a new novel.
I promised no more depressing poetry for the year, so I had to dig back a little. This poem was written in 2011. I really should lighten up. The poem is self explanatory.
Somebody must like Mondays
There’s a whoosh and bang
And I know it’s not the movie
I pause it
And the room is blanketed by silence
Yet the noise goes on
It reaches in from outside
Which I soon recognise as Fireworks
On a Monday night.
Not being holiday season
I race to the door
And see exploding light shooting from
The middle of the intersection
Where four suburban roads meet
Two metres from my gate
I check around and see a guy
Deep in the background
Walking up the street
Pausing to look back
More likely at his handiwork
Pulling on his cigarette
Before he merges with the night.
I don’t know if he was alone
Yet I yell out,
Which may not be so smart
Given that I’d only just watched a crime doco
The night before
About a disturbingly similar incident
In the UK
Where three teenagers
Caused mayhem outside a family home
The father came to move them on
And they kicked him to death
Metres from his two young daughters.
I would never approach them
As I know all too well (a story for another day)
About the unpredictable immediacy of violence
And the cowardly actions of young scum
Who more often than not
Grow into older scum
They are especially malignant in groups
And must be avoided
Whether they are at fault or not.
My baby daughter
Is asleep in the front room
So I was pissed off
That the loud intrusion might wake her
And it wasn’t late
So there were cars going by
Which created enough problems
If not the risk of an accident
As I was annoyed enough
To call the cops.
Once upon a time
I was a little shit too
Finding adrenaline in the night streets
Laughing at authority
As all those older are the enemy
But I wanted to see those fuckers caught.
Sometimes you catch yourself.
And then I went back to the movie.
The final poem for 2012.
In the meantime, the Best Songs of 2012 will continue, right through until the last day of the year.