Today, as I thought of the constant rain and the humidity sleeking the leaves outside, and of my safeness and shelter inside, I started thinking of the Thresholds Project from a while ago. It came to nothing, as D and I were forced to move house suddenly, and a few other things went agley.
I wondered now, if I shouldn’t try a less ambitious version. Maybe print, instead of video? To those who agreed to submit before I flaked out – would you like to submit now? I know I’ve been thinking of what might have been, what you might have chosen to send.
To new writers and poets of differing stripes – would you like to be involved? Check the link for more details.
I’d love to throw a real, IRL really real reading, but since most of the writerly people I admire are states-or-Canada-side or elsewhere home and abroad, and I am in Edinburgh, it would not be a satisfying event. It would probably be me in a pub drinking a nice whisky or two, reading your poems/flashes/pieces quietly but enthusiastically to myself.
BUT ANYWAY. Submit to wheresthebread[@]hotmail.com. Ask any questions here in the comments or to that address. And thank you for your patience with me.