I am published!

I am both honoured and excited to be included as a contributing author in September’s issue of The Woven Tale Press.

The September issue is out today – Vol II #9 – and I’m featured on pages 19 and 20, nestled between some stunning examples of fibre art.

If you’ve not heard of The Woven Tale Press before, here is an extract from their ‘About Us’ page:

“The Woven Tale Press is a monthly e-magazine, a culling of the best of the creative Web.

The Web is teeming with talent. The Press mission is to highlight the blog post otherwise buried in a blogger’s archives; the painting or photograph from an artist’s site worthy of greater focus than its singular web page; the innovative, the funny, the offbeat.


Our staff is an eclectic mix of artists, writers and editors with keen eyes for the striking, for those gems deserving to be unearthed and spotlit in The Woven Tale Press.”

There is some amazing artistic talent included this month (and every month) – please do take a look and enjoy the creative journey.

It’s my birthday soon – and this feels like the best birthday present ever! Thank you so much to the Woven Tale Press team for including me this month.


Question Time

Are they really human

Those people at the top

That they can even think

Of letting the atom bomb drop?


Do they have minds

That work like this

Day in and day out

In maniacal bliss?


Do they drink and eat

Atomic genocide

And dream about explosions

From which only they can hide?


Do they have bacon for breakfast

Like any other man

Or do they eat mushroom clouds

Which you can’t fry in a pan?


Shall we let ourselves be run

By these inhuman heads of state?

Or do we assert ourselves

Before it gets too late?


As I wrestle with revisions, plot lines, character (assassinations) and general staring at an impending submission entry deadline, I have taken a trip down a (very long) memory lane this week.

I would be delighted to find out if, when reading this, you had any idea if this poem was written nearly 30 years ago, when I was but an angst-ridden teenager? This is the poem I mentioned in a previous post, being the last time I entered any sort of writing competition. I’m kind of impressed with my much younger self’s first forays into poetry, although I blush at the idealism – but isn’t that what being a teenager is partly about? It was the 1980s and I seem to remember being frightened silly by the prospect of nuclear war (which is rather sensible, when you think about it).

Thanks to my Mum digging out the book so that we could check the title (both of us could picture the cover, but not the name), I have managed to source a very good condition second hand copy, received it yesterday and am now able to share it with you all, just in time for the weekly extravaganza that is dVerse Open Link Night (which I will link up to later this evening).

The competition was run by the National Association of Youth Clubs in 1985 (I was 14 for most of that year) and was open to girls and young women between the ages of 8 and 22. I think I saw the notice about it in Jackie magazine, which was published weekly until 1993 (and is now defunct).

Come one, come all and join in at dVerse – and do let me know what you think of my old, old work 🙂

True to Life