Happy
summer, everyone. We're just past the Summer Solstice, still enjoying the
longest days of the year, and I'm still high on one of the year's highest points.
A poem stemming from the wages of carrying too much water to thirsty plants last summer has seen the light of day in a book recently published in a distant clime. The Bombay Review celebrates the first anniversary of its bimonthly literary journal with an anthology of selections from the first year's contributions. My poem "My Aching Back" (a backyard gardener's injury) was chosen for inclusion.
A poem stemming from the wages of carrying too much water to thirsty plants last summer has seen the light of day in a book recently published in a distant clime. The Bombay Review celebrates the first anniversary of its bimonthly literary journal with an anthology of selections from the first year's contributions. My poem "My Aching Back" (a backyard gardener's injury) was chosen for inclusion.
You can
order a copy of the anthology off the publisher's website, but it will cost you
399 rupees. I've been checking our various collections of international money,
a few pounds or pence here, a few thousand Lebanese Lira there, but so far not
a single rupee. Happily, I believe they take American. Anne points out that we
are relatively "rich in rupees," since by recent exchange rates those
399 convert to $6.38.
("Let’s
get a few copies," she suggests. "And then go out for Indian food.")
Here's the
link to the anthology: http://pothi.com/pothi/book/ kaartikeya-bajpai-bombay- review-0
Another month,
another new edition. The July Verse-Virtual, the fantastically industrious
online journal that publishes scores of original poems at the remarkable pace
of a new edition every month, includes five of my poems. These consist of an amalgam
of three "Late Songs," my title for poems written to celebrate some songs
I listen to frequently, but almost always late at night.
Another of
these poems owes its existence to a recommendation from fellow Verse-Virtual
poet Luis Neer, who pointed me to Mary Oliver's poem "Out of the Stump
Rot, Something," which in turn reminded me of an encounter with a black
snake. The poem's called "Snake Crossing."
The fifth
poem concerns one of poetry's most enduring subjects and sources of
inspiration, the seasons.
Here's the link
for these poems: http://www.verse-virtual.com/robert-c-knox-2015-july.html
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