New issue of The Penny Dreadful out now (with a poem of mine in it!)

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Issue 5 of Cork-based magazine The Penny Dreadful is now officially out, having been launched in Galway and Dublin this week. There’ll be a Cork do too next week, on April 18th, if you’re around that part of the county/country/continent/world/etc.

The mag hasn’t reached me yet, but as always they’ve done a great job of making it look great, and I’m really looking forward to reading what my fellow Dreadfuls came up with: there’s stories by folks such as John Boyne, Nuala Ní Chonchúir, Eimear Ryan, poems by Dylan Brennan and Victoria Kennefick and more!

The Penny Dreadful is open for submissions until May 10th, and they’ve just announced a Novella Prize that sounds brilliant, if you’re in the Irish islands (sorry – Ireland or the UK).

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New poem in Axolotl

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I’ve a poem, From this here floodland jungle, in issue five of newish online magazine Axolotl.

It’s a great magazine to check out if you don’t know it yet, with lots of weird fiction and poetry, translations and other linguistic crossovers… They’re open to submissions until June 1st.

And, last but not least, it’s named after a brilliant short story by Julio Cortázar, itself named after a brilliantly weird, diminutive Mexican cave beast. It’s like mastryoshka dolls, I swear. Well, you know what I mean. Things within things.

The man                                                                    The beast

Quote #10: Terry Pratchett’s travelling teachers

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The recent passing of Terry Pratchett prompted me to pick up The Wee Free Men from my bookshelf, where it’d been for a while, and give it a go. It was the first thing I read by Pratchett, and I must say I found much to love in it. Here’s a paragraph on the caravans of teachers that roam the book’s strange land:

They went from village to village delivering short lessons on many subjects. They kept apart from the other travelers and were quite mysterious in their ragged robes and strange square hats. They used long words, like corrugated iron. They lived rough lives, surviving on what food they could earn from giving lessons to anyone who would listen. When no one would listen, they lived on baked hedgehog. They went to sleep under the stars, which the math teachers would count, the astronomy teachers would measure, and the literature teachers would name. The geography teachers got lost in the woods and fell into bear traps.