Veronica Von Pegg
Veronica Von Pegg is a mixed media artist, a photographer and writer, who expresses a past life through images and words. She collects second hand items, and is a firm believer in reincarnation
Read MoreStatement Regarding Recent Plagiarism
On Friday, US poet Charles O Hartman (current Professor and Poet in Residence at Connecticut College) contacted us to let us know that the poem ‘Dead Wife Singing’, posted on IS&T on 8th April, is virtually identical to ‘A Little Song’ which he wrote more than three decades ago and subsequently published in his collections of 1982 & 2008.
We quickly removed the poem from the site and have also sidelined any further contributions from the plagiarist (who, to his credit, has apologised) after it was revealed that his practice was widespread. We will do the same to any contributor found to have committed extensive plagiarism even if IS&T is not initially affected.
We do not take plagiarism lightly. Actions like this devalue our webzine, hurt the reputation of poetry in general and are an affront to the creative efforts and emotional experiences of the plundered poets. As frustrating as it may be to be at the end of constant rejection slips and emails, please believe that your worst poem is far better than a cut and paste version of someone else’s. And there are any number of residential weeks, courses, surgeries and on-line feedback services (including our own) to help hone your craft.
From now on, we will be conducting random checks on accepted submissions. However, we cannot catch everything and we therefore encourage anyone who suspects that one of our posts may be ‘borrowing’, in whole or in part, to let us know immediately.
Professor Hartman’s original, emphatically superior and quite breathtaking ‘A Little Song’, can be found in his collection The Pigfoot Rebellion archived in the Contemporary American Poetry Archive (CAPA)
Kate Birch Publisher IS&T
Read MoreNeil Fulwood
Small Talk
Doorbell; the first guests, an hour
early for dinner. You’re not ready.
Hair still damp from the shower,
table devoid of plates and cutlery,
oven pre-heating, wine uncorked.
You get into character, fix an easy
grin on your face, open the door
to the soft minefield of the evening,
its nuances and niceties, small talk
and smiles. And this is the thing:
it must remain perfectly civilised
at all costs. You’re the custodian
of blandness, a jailer in disguise
rattling the keys of middle class
decorum; the guy whose job it is
to keep this joint clean, to police
the cellblock of the dinner table.
So you make sure nobody carries
a shiv of opinionism or is able
to distract the guards (i.e. those
droll and endlessly repeatable
golf and cricket club anecdotes
you trade on) with a whip-smart
but loaded remark that provokes
debate. God forbid guests impart
sensible perspectives on politics,
morality, religion … or even art!
Be alert for these kind of tricks;
recognise warning signs. Frown
on disrespect: any of these pricks
talks smart, you take ’em down.
Neil Fulwood is the author of ‘The Films of Sam Peckinpah’ and runs film review blog Agitation of the Mind. He’s a member of the Alan Sillitoe Committee, who are raising funds towards a permanent memorial to be sited in Nottingham. Neil co-designed their website www.sillitoe.com
Read MorePatrick Widdess
String
I went around the neighbourhood collecting bits of string. I tied them together until I had a long enough piece then attached a tin can to either end. I gave one to my brother, who was going to India for a year. When he arrived the string just reached, and our voices travelled sharp and clear across the continents.
He said he’d forgotten his reading glasses so I hung them on the string, raised my arm and they slid down the line. He sent us packages of incense, sweets and a teapot in the shape of the Taj Mahal. We would sometimes get interference when birds perched on the line or someone walked into it. Once a knot came undone in the middle and I had to walk half way across Europe to fix it.
Patrick Widdess is a Cambridge based poet and broadcaster. He has lived in Greece, China, Japan and Poland and his writing has appeared in publications including Orbis, Cake and The Guardian. This is is website:
www.patrickwiddess.co.uk
Simon L. Read
Infestation
my house
is full
of purple buzzing bumblebees
and tigers laying on the ceiling
friends
they ask me how I’m dealing
with this stressful
situation
what’s with their morbid fascination?
these purple buzzing bumblebees
and tigers laying on the ceiling
they were here
before i bought the house
they just wont disappear
Simon L. Read is an author and poet from Cardiff, Wales. His most recent publication is Spiced Moon, from Beaten Track Publishing. He is best known for absurd surrealism and dark humour.
Read MoreCatherine Ayres
Perspective
O mother moon
vicious eyelash in velvet
unblinking
judgemental
bitch.
I can stare at you ‘til morning makes you crayon
I can hide you in a forest by moving an inch
Don’t think I have no purpose or beauty
You make monochrome
I am colour.
Catherine Ayres is a teacher, who is currently recovering from serious illness and taking a break from the “normal” world. She’s enjoying being more thoughtful, observant and quiet than she’s allowed herself to be for years. She has recently had some of her poetry published in Firestorm Journal.
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John W. Sexton
Unseen, But Here
My autistic son has wings of shadow.
I see them when he stands in sunlight;
they blossom behind him like dark clots.
He giggles under the full sun
and a crown of glare anoints him.
He stands on the cracks of the pavement
holding the world in place.
John W. Sexton lives in the Republic of Ireland and is the author of four previous poetry collections. His fifth collection, The Offspring of the Moon, is published by Salmon Poetry. In 2007 he was awarded a Patrick and Katherine Kavanagh Fellowship in Poetry.
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