Received my contributor’s copy of FLOODWALL magazine, an annual print publication produced to coincide with The North American Writers conference held at the university (Link) and was very impressed. Here is my contribution:
Old Man. Sea front, Skegness.
Such years we had, exultations, bliss
Now there is patience, our dull routine
Sitting in the park it passes me by
Your strange new world, so jealous of its time.
Mine leaks in steady drips, like rain from trees
Lulls me to sweet slumber, three times a day
To the smell of fish and chips from the pier
A distant brass band, the herring gull squawks.
Once at Salerno, many years ago
I killed a man, he is with me now
Somewhere eastwards a storm is brewing
Far away the sea churns, unobserved
Where there is no other wish than this.
This week’s issue of Bewildering stories is also a strong one: Link