Across the pond

“A town returns this way. / Each load of rock like broken glass / becomes brick” – From “The Lava Fields”

Sometimes, a new venue catches the eye–a cool name, mature marketing strategies, a certain je ne sais quoi–and you give it a try. I’m glad I did with Stoat Poetry, a new magazine from the North of Scotland and Greece.

It’s old school–issues made of paper, words you can touch. My contributor copy made its way across the pond to me, delivering a beautiful collection, including my two poems “A Burden of Fox” and “The Lava Fields.” Both are about the work we do and the burdens we carry from those tasks.