I have gotten over my despair and the floodgates have opened. Three new poems written, as what is a bird without a wing and a poet without a song? One is about the bird I saw, the second is about the exploration of the self growing older and the last one is about caffeine and love.
I bought the Spring and Summer issues of The Moth in Easons in Navan over the last couple of weeks. It's such a lovely magazine and I think it's fantastic that you can buy it in Easons. There are never any decent writing magazines to buy in big bookshops. I really like Niamh Boyce's poem Mr Grey Hair, Yellow Teeth, Finish Me and She'll be glad... by Paul Keenan in the Spring issue. I have to read the Summer one properly yet.
What else, oh I got the latest issue of Riposte in the post and Tommy Murray has a good poem in that. I can't find it now, wonder where I put it. I also want to revise some older poems that are slightly edgy and stylistic. I'm not going to change them much, just make them more refined and mature.