Wild Honey Press is pleased to announce the publication of _20/20 Vision_
by Pete Smith.
_20/20 Vision_ is 20 pp, 14cm x 14cm, card cover, hand sewn, £3.50/$5.
Available from WHP 16a Ballyman Rd., Bray, Co. Wicklow, Ireland. (e-mail
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Or from Peter Riley (Books)
27 Sturton Street,
Cambridge CB1 2QG
United Kingdom. (e-mail: [log in to unmask])
Smith is an English ex-non-pat living at Pinantan Lake in the South
Central Interior of British Columbia. An active member of the Kamloops
Poets' factory - scout & sundry duties with Hub City, their soon-coming
magazine. Has published "Blending: A Suite" (after hours press,
Kamloops 1984); "The Rhorschach Bunker" an essay-review (Agenda, London,
Spring 1986); [after this I'm adding just now] poems & brief reviews
forthcoming in The Gig #1 (Toronto, November 1998) & Hub City #1
(Kamloops, December 1990).
Here's an extract:
Of sorts.
Flags at half and pistols at twenty.
Beech-mast still pelts down.
The pace stretching our short days.
Evening out the stress bumps.
The tenor of morning an oratorio.
Another key where vibrato widens.
Spilt silt trickle spate estuary.
Semis, demis and demi-semis all a-quavering.
Just because there's a period doesn't mean an end.
The idea of body doesn't remove clothes.
Where there's a will there's a fisticuffs.
Way out west; way up north; weighed down.
A National Day of Morning: noon at midnight.
Mist of discharge fogs a dawn.
I half-doubt Thomas would have rhymed that.
It's bigger than a frisbee, bigger than New York.
If a poem had enough combustion.
Eiderdown. Dander up. Relaxation always a middling.
The reflexologist said, "You remind me of myself."
The twentieth line presages an abyss, of sorts.
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