It’s a tremendous honour to have had my poem “Harry” nominated for this year’s Pushcart Prize by the lovely folks at Sleet Magazine.
I’m very grateful to Susan Solomon, Todd Pederson, Jamie Buehner and everyone else at Sleet for their support. The Harry in question in this poem was one of the kindest, gentlest people I’ve ever had the good fortune to meet, so this nomination is particularly touching, and feels – for me, at least – like the perfect tribute to him.
(If you click on the link to the poem, please be aware that there are five stanzas, not just the three that initially appear. You’ll need to do a little scrolling down!)
Image: Black Mariah by FM.
The summer 2018 issue of Sleet Magazine is now live, and I’m honoured to have four of my poems appearing there. You can check out “Airport Run”, “Coming Back”, “Harry” and “Caprice” by following this here link.
I’m grateful to Susan Solomon and the rest of the editorial team at Sleet for finding a space for my work in this very fine issue.
Wee Lachlan at five
You can’t imagine the time he’ll be an old man,
and spend warm evenings folded into park benches,
cursing the aches that crept up unannounced, wiping
a brow whose furrows grew when no-one was looking.
His face will have become an onion, cheeks weathered,
and his nose broadened, all skirmished with veins.
The mustard hair will long have turned bone-white,
but his eyes will have stayed the same giveaway blue
as his superhero cape. With luck, the smile will still be
written through him, like his name threading a stick of rock.
first published in Right Hand Pointing, issue 105, 2016