It has been a quirk of my writing career that a number of journals (including the daily newspaper where I started working as a journalist in the 1970s) have gone out of print or existence.
The titles that make up a CV can be beguiling. But what happened to the editors of Greenwich Window, Poems in Public Places or Unknown Poets (which ran for two editions) as did the more recent Saccharine Poetry.
It’s been a decent, albeit slow, couple of years on the publication front but last week I got work into two editions from different sources—a convent and a football fanzine.
In the former I had a poem, calling uncollared, which had a nod towards Jenny Joseph’s Warning. I have known, and been privileged to say mass occasionally at St Saviour’s Priory, Haggerston for nearly 30 years.
So it was an honour to have my poem published in their annual magazine, The Orient.
It so happens that I am a longstanding supporter of the Os, Leyton Orient Football Club. I can be found in the Supporters Club before the game (and sometimes after full time) and in the West Stand. I have been going there since the church deployed me in the East End, first at Stepney, then Bethnal Green.
There are two fanzines at the Os: The Leyton Orientear and Pandemonium. In the former, for which I have penned a number of articles over the past few years, I have written about Poets in Residence at football clubs. There are more than you might expect.
Having featured in these two publications—and thanks to the respective editors of each—I can only hope the revkev Curse does not follow their decision to put my work in print.