Thursday, June 28, 2012

Landfall 223


My poem 'Sam and the Giants' and a poetry review article  'Thank You For Not Saving the Moment' have been published in Landfall 223: Fantastic!  edited by David Eggleton along with great poetry, amongst others, Charlotte Trevella, Belinda Diepenheim, Jenny Powell, Anna Jackson, Therese Lloyd, Wes Lee, Jan Kemp, Elizabeth Smither, Piet Nieuwland, Holly Painter, Bernadette Hall, Joanna Preston, Lynley Edmeades, Rachel Bush, Kate McKinstry, Laura Solomon, Natasha Dennerstein, Alice Miller and Bryan WalpertIt's a beautiful issue and I'm delighted to be included. Peter Madden's perfect 'Perfect Storm' graces the cover.


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Tuesday Poem :'Frederick Seidel' by Frederick Seidel






Read by the author.
More poems here at Tuesday Poem.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Tuesday Poem: The Collectors

I wrote this unpublished story about six years ago before the TV show Life on Mars ever aired.  Here it is as part of National Flash Fiction day which is this Friday.



 

The Collectors
Simon stared at the model in the newsagent’s window.  It was a green Dinky Shadow Interceptor from the television series UFO, pristine in its unopened box. Soon it would be his to keep forever.

The late afternoon December sky was already growing dark and the blast from the moors made him plunge his hands to the fur-lined bottom of parka pockets.  In the right pocket he felt the familiar curled five pound note.  The village clock said 3.15PM — he had just enough time to buy the Interceptor and see his Mum before heading back to his own time.

This was his fourth visit to 1972.  On his first visit, he’d bought Joe 90’s car; on his second he’d bought a white Spectrum Patrol vehicle—from the TV show Captain Scarlett and the Mysterions—and last year he’d bought a Dinky Model Sea King Helicopter with a white recoverable Apollo capsule that could be hoisted up to the chopper by a battery-operated winch.

The discovery of the wormhole three years ago had come as a surprise. He’d been cleaning under the bed when he noticed a bright light shining from a crack in the skirting board.  He had crawled towards the light and to his astonishment found himself falling lightly onto the main street of the Penine village of his childhood.  He was dressed in a fur-collared parka, a five pound note in his pocket, and he could tell from the date of the Christmas edition Radio Times in the newsagent’s window that he was back in 1972.  He had enough money to buy a model car and a comic.  In less than an hour the wormhole would open again by the village clock and he would find himself back to his forty-six year old solitary self, living in a small bed-sit with his extensive collection of model cars.

In the blackening sky he saw the prospect of early evening snow. Once he’d bought the Interceptor he’d walk home and his mother would serve him pea soup or a hotpot. The promise of his mother’s smile as he entered the kitchen, the soft burr of her welcoming ‘hello love’ as he kicked off his shoes and warmed himself by the fire; these thoughts had the quality of a sepia photograph in a museum that had been admired by countless visitors.

He looked at the Shadow Interceptor and decided to go in and buy it immediately. Inside the sealed box it would always be 1972. He knew the wormhole opened only once a year and it was a refreshing change from his life in the bed-sit: like the models which evoked such rich memories, these trips back allowed him to enjoy the pleasures of a lost world. He worked at home as an internet programmer and he rarely left the apartment. All his needs were met; his food was delivered and his laundry collected and returned. At night, if he felt so inclined, he could watch the adult movies on cable TV. There was no need to leave the apartment so long as he had the chance to return here to buy his treasures. He wondered though at how seldom he had the chance to meet new people.

From outside his enclosure his green-skinned captors and benefactors watched Simon, one of the last remaining humans from the late planet Earth, enter the shop to buy his treat.

Harvey Molloy



More poems here at Tuesday Poem.


 
Michelle Elvy writes about the National Flash Fiction Day:

Also, a short NFFD update. The inaugural competition received over 300 entries this month and the Short List is now online here at the NFFD website. The winners will be announced at an event in Auckland this Friday (22 June), and we'll hear the winning stories as well as works from other invited guests. The event will be emceed by Siobhan Harvey and will be attended by. If you are in the Auckland area, you are most cordially invited to attend. Do come have a glass of wine and unwind with some flash on a Friday afternoon. Details are at the above link - the Events page of the NFFD site. Feel free to send me an email if you have any questions.

If you are in Wellington, contact Tim Jones as he and other 'flash fictioneers' are gathering there on Friday to celebrate the day. If you are in Christchurch, contact Ciaran Fox of Catalyst (ciaran@mentalhealth.org.nz)
who is organising something as well.

 

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Monday, June 11, 2012

Saturday, June 09, 2012

Kennedy Jackson Rickerby Live

Come along for a rare opportunity to hear Auckland/Hawai’i-based poet Anne Kennedy read in Wellington, along with Anna Jackson and Helen Rickerby. 

At Blondini’s Café, Embassy Theatre, 10 Kent Terrace, Wellington, on Monday 11th June at 7 p.m. 

Anne Kennedy is an award-winning writer of poetry, fiction and film scripts. Her latest poetry book, The Darling North, has just been published by Auckland University Press. Originally from Wellington, she is normally resident in Auckland and Hawai’i, where she teaches creative writing at the University of Hawai’i at Mānoa. She is a co-editor of Trout: an online journal of arts and literature. 

Anna Jackson has published five collections of poems, most recently Thicket (Auckland University Press, 2011), which has just been announced as a finalist in the New Zealand Post Book Awards. Originally from Auckland, she now lives in Island Bay and teaches English literature at Victoria University. 

Helen Rickerby has published two collections of poetry, most recently My Iron Spine (HeadworX, 2008), and Heading North, a hand-bound poetry sequence. She’s co-managing editor of JAAM literary magazine, and runs Seraph Press, a boutique poetry publisher. Originally from the Hutt, she has managed to move as far as Wellington.

Tuesday, June 05, 2012