![]() Sand P.O.Box 1091 Sunderland Tyne & Wear SR2 8WD UK ISSN 1478-5501 £5 visit Sand's website ![]() Before commenting on this review please read the FAQ page Home page Notes for publishers Want to be a reviewer? Anthologies. Books. Audio. Magazines. Software. Video. Artefacts. Web design by Gerald England This page last updated: 3rd July 2004. |
Sand #1 | |
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A5 perfect bound, substantial 200 page book. This issue is dedicated to Richard Caddel, so this gives you an idea of the type of poetry you may encounter. The introduction states that Sand seeks to be an eclectic mix of poetry, prose and song lyrics. Generally each writer who is invited to submit work, will have a free range to express themselves without editorial constraints.This first issue mostly contains the work of invited writers and it includes the work of Barry MacSweeney, Alex Krysinski, Andy Croft and W N Herbert. This is from LUNCH BREAK by M R Peacocke: A long distance from anywhere you might remember. The last trees were a while back. The hedges sit tight, leaning inland. The air starts to stick to your tongue and the map reaches a final name.Bill Griffiths, a fellow Writers Forum poet, is given space in this issue and he goes deep into the music with AT TYNEMOUTH wait an wait dream of ivory canons and red threes, baize, kegs, skulls sweet loving stems of bodice, wood-bead she is soul, hair-grooveThere is also a section for fiction and this first issue contains a story from the new fiction editor, Joanna Piesse, who is a MA student at Northumbria University: Bruno takes out a toothpick from a packet and starts to poke it between his teeth. There are several other picks lying on the coffee table. He has good teeth. He looks after them. He had put that in the reply to her advert, 'I am not an angel. I have bad habits but good ones too. I look after my teeth. You look like the woman I need. I like English women.' She has the photo he sent pinned up in her office. He has on an expensive tweed jacket and is tanned, perfect white teeth smiling, small dark eyes looking straight into the camera.This is a brave and promising start for the journal. | ||
| reviewer: Doreen King. |