Two new poems in The Interpreter’s House

I have two poems, ‘The accountant’s vacation’ and ‘The night zoo’, in the latest issue of UK poetry magazine The Interpreter’s House.

I got it in the mail this morning and the little dent I’ve made in it makes me look forward to the rest. If you’re around Leeds on Feb 26th, or Oxford on March 5th, they’re launching the beast with readers and all the usual trimmings, I assume…

The Interpreter’s House‘s submission window for issue 59 is now open – go for it!

Weird fiction venues for your reading (or submitting) pleasure

The good folks at Undertow Publications (publishers of Shadows and Tall Trees and The Year’s Best Weird Fiction) are looking for inspiration for their annual anthology, and are welcoming recommendations for online places where you can read “speculative, weird, genre, experimental fiction”. Come have a look here.

Don’t hesitate to give them a shout if you can think of any website they’ve missed, or just have a look to discover new magazines… It’s a fine list of fine weirdness suppliers.

Shit. Sorry. I weirded myself out with this one.

Submission deadlines : Tin House and Barrelhouse

Two very cool American magazines are open for themed submissions at the moment.

Winter 2014

-Tin House accepts submissions on the themes of Theft until March 15th, and Faith until May 31st. They’re also open for non-themed submissions, and for the Flash Fridays series they run on their blog (I was delighted to have a story appear there a few months back. Submissions to The Open Bar blog should be sent via email to with the name of the category (e.g. Flash Fridays, Flash Fidelity, etc.) in the subject line.)

Barrelhouse has two calls for submission at the moment: on Riots for their print issue (deadline May 1st), and the 90s for their online incarnation.

Quote #8: John Burnside

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…or maybe it was some weird religious thing, like when God let Satan kill Job’s sons, or when He sent the angel to kill all the eldest sons of the Egyptians, but spared the Israelite kids. You had to give it to those Israelites, they were hard bastards. They just painted a white mark on the lintel of the door, or whatever, brewed up a mug of Ovaltine, and went off to bed. Some fucking angel was going to be running through the town killing children, and they just lay down and had a good night’s sleep, without a second thought. Me, I’d have felt a bit bad about some of those Egyptian kids. I’d have wanted to tip somebody off, maybe that nice brick merchant across the street, or the baker at the end of the road, the one with the cute wife. Or I’d be up all night, in case it rained and the white mark on my door got washed off. It’s your eldest kid for God’s sake. You wouldn’t want any misunderstanding.

– from Glister, by John Burnside

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My year in writing: blowing my own trumpet

OK, so, with all those lists out there, and stock-taking and all, I thought I’d have a look back at what I did writing-wise in 2014…

– It’s been a great year for Armelian poetry! A poem of mine, “Wisdom of the origamist”, won the Bailieborough Poetry Prize, other poems were longlisted for the Over the Over The Edge Award and the Battle of the Books competition, and my unpublished pamphlet Secret tunnels through the Andes was Highly Commended in the Fool for Poetry Competition. I’ve also had poems in The Penny Dreadful, and so recently they haven’t yet found their way to me, in THE SHOp and The Poetry Bus.

Back in the nineties, writers had to manually blow their own analog trumpets.

-Dagornesque fiction has been quite healthy as well in 2014, sneaking in to publications I had only so far managed to drool on from afar… I’m talking about The Stinging Fly, Tin House (online), Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine and NANO Fiction.

“Armel Dagorn? I’d never have lent him my horn, man. All that cat could do’s blow his own trumpet…” Miles Davis

My only (small) disappointment is having had no short story published this year (all the fiction pieces above are flash-size…). But I’ve been working one big long long thingy, which I am determined to finish. In 2015. Or 2016. Inch’ Allah. Muse willing. Hence the nostalgic looking back on past achievements… Look, I can finish something!

[links to all magazines and competition are available here!]