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Poetry, short fiction. http://theinterpretershouse.org Editor: @PeterkinLouise Open for submissions 1 April - 14 May and 1 Oct - 14 Nov.
Poem-a-day 8 "5ml" from the always excellent Michael Conley "The colour of the medicine is variable: sometimes neon pink, sometimes yellow, sometimes opalescent, but the taste is always the same, bitter and comforting, like a childhood sick day." theinterpretershouse.org/conley-83
Poem-a-day 5 'The laugh track is banned from funerals, libraries, baptisms and awards ceremonies' 'Do you know what it’s like to be good at just one thing?' Wit, pathos - lines from 'In defense of the laugh track' @karipindoria. theinterpretershouse.org/pindoria-83
It's-a-story-today-15 "It is the rare seventh grade boy who worries about the morning after. Noah could not absorb the events of ‘Oh, What a Night!’ without imagining the aftermath." What a joyous and warm story - "Drum Solos" by Angela Townsend theinterpretershouse.org/townsend-83
Poem-a-day 14 "The mugshot was in care as a child. When I was a child my parents would abandon the house for days as if warned that a hurricane was approaching." "Self-portrait with a Police Mugshot" Great stuff from Jacob Mckibbin theinterpretershouse.org/mckibbin-83
Poem-a-day 13 "To be a big secret I have to keep myself small and I have tried. Outside of his bed I am bodiless — a wispy ghost that won’t touch your living world." From the powerful "The Good Mistress" by Zoe R. theinterpretershouse.org/r-83
Poem-a-day 12 "When I confronted him about the [flytrap] with my [ficus], he said [silence] & held my [hope] between his [lilies]. He [provoked] the [tornado]" From @BethanyJarmul innovative "Mad Libs in the Botanical Garden after a Breakup" theinterpretershouse.org/jarmul-83
Poem-a-day 11 "A boy flies a dinosaur balloon and the dogs scrap on. If she’d look out she’d see me sat on the bench beneath where the grass gleams like squid ink." From "Looking through a window at dusk" One of two fabulous poems by Zoë Green theinterpretershouse.org/green-83
Poem-a-day 10 "Memories of where you put your tongue in a dream hotel, the rooms all accessed through chance: tiny doors that close and open like eyelashes in the rain." From the delicately erotic "The Last Time" by Michael Askew. theinterpretershouse.org/askew-83
Such a brilliant poetry magazine - can't praise @theinterpreter6 enough. Thanks to the team for supporting and publishing my work!
Poem-a-day 9 "or an open palm bartering warmth in rations — even my voice has firmed to a chiselled core of consonants —this mild hour in which I read you Elmer’s fate" From the beautiful "Patchwork" by Warren Mortimer @Woz012 theinterpretershouse.org/mortimer-83
Poem-a-day 9 "or an open palm bartering warmth in rations — even my voice has firmed to a chiselled core of consonants —this mild hour in which I read you Elmer’s fate" From the beautiful "Patchwork" by Warren Mortimer @Woz012 theinterpretershouse.org/mortimer-83
Poem-a-day 7 "The shadow line of emptiness between the halves—a winding road to nowhere. Pebbles like open mouths, scratched with teeth, the hunger of broken things." Striking imagery in the brilliant "Broken Pebbles" by @CorinnaBoard theinterpretershouse.org/board-83
Poem-a-day 6 is from our featured poet this issue, the superb @HendryKate "What Scaredy Kate Does" is desert the dangerous thing — her body. Dumps it on the top deck of the 29 but her husband cycles to the depot, claims it back from lost property. theinterpretershouse.org/hendry-83
Poem-a-day 4 'She, who grasped at passion, only to eat dirt like a plant on stone! I loved you passionately. I buried myself in the sky' 'I am late for my appointment' one of two Marina Tsvetaeva poems, exquisitely translated by Belinda Cooke theinterpretershouse.org/tsvetaeva-83
Poem-a-day 3 'Christ, shattered by comfort and ire, that thrawn spear on the enter key thrust daily, hourly into his side.' The powerful 'Of the wounds', one of two poems by @ambulancebox theinterpretershouse.org/philip-83
Poem-a-day 2 'She is a warm, soft, and fuzzy mammal with a mood disorder. She is well-documented for her hubris. She wears lipstick the shade of haughty seduction. Her smile is a wine stain' 'Methods for exorcism' by Miranda Barnes theinterpretershouse.org/mbarnes-83
So honoured to be published in this wonderful magazine x
Poem-a-day 1 'because long ago, a butterfly stuck stamp-like to the oily nectar of mother’s still life, a vase of peonies still wet from the brush. The fritillary gasped' from the achingly beautiful 'I rise to higher altitudes' by @HlneDemetriades theinterpretershouse.org/demetriades-83
Thank you so much @theinterpreter6 for including my poem in your brilliant magazine. A fantastic issue!