I’m very happy to announce that my poem, Wayland, is now published in the fourth issue of Ink Drinkers Magazine. The magazine was born in June 2020, when the editor found out that the term ‘ink drinker’ is the French version of ‘bookworm’ and thought ‘hey that could be a good name for a litmag’.
The issue can be downloaded (for free) here:
My poem is about the legend of Wayland the Smith — who is referenced in another poem of mine, Midsummer White, which can be read here on this blog:
I’m delighted to tell you that the first ever issue of Sciencefictionery Magazine is published today, and my poem ‘Falling’ is part of this great issue. My poem tells a story about troubles on a voyage to Mars.
In old Malay, draped in forest lies heat swamped George Town along tree lined avenues abandoned colonial mansions forsaken, cracked, diminished irrelevant to today they rot in new technological haze yet from shattered empty windows evening jazz drifts across warm night air inside, lights flicker shadows dance over damp walls slim couples flirt and smoke your exploratory visit brings silence reveals vacant rooms missing floors instead of lively dancers they were the old tenants hantu partying on the graveyard shift
Old hotel, four square and white now with modern pool and spa and the original private beach golden, secluded, sunlit it’s a long walk but a short drive a bus plies the mountain road past green country and decaying tombs behind collapsing walls the last ride of the day is often full today extra guests board quiet individuals some tall and lanky a woman in a green qipao halfway back, the bus empties although the feverish driver can’t remember stopping his new passengers have truly started their graveyard shift