Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Everywhere is now


 
In 2018, I was commissioned to write a Comic about war. The editor ended up being replaced and my piece didn't see the light of day, so I'm publishing it here because it seems pertinent to the current period. It was after all written in response to Trump. I had been in America for the first weeks of Trump's inauguration in 2017, researching my Mary Taylor biography, and saw first hand the women's marches protesting against his presidency and the clap-back of MAGA advertisements on TV. 

 

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

It's not agatha christie

Thanks to Dr Jonathan Taylor for including my review of Nigel Pantling's It's Not Personal (Smith | Doorstop, 2020) over on Everybody's Reviewing, not least because I got to indulge my love of mystery writing. If you want to know what Miss Marple has to do with Hannah Gadsby, you may only find it in this review!

Friday, January 1, 2021

Dregs

 



My thanks to Editor Christopher Fields for including my 'Dregs' at the end of this thoughtfully curated issue of Neologism Poetry, technically the last of 2020 spilling into the new year.

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Yes but what review

Many thanks to Dr Jonathan Taylor and the team at Everybody's Reviewing, for including my review of Ian McMillan's latest Smith and Doorstop pamphlet, Yes But What Is This? What Exactly?.

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Tarot


Many thanks to Editor Kit Willett for including 'Rock Oysters' and 'Auckland, Good Friday' in the inaugural issue of Tarot Journal. I'm pleased to have my work alongside poems by Ria Masae, Siobhan Harvey, and others.

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Riptide climate matters

 




Proud to have work in this important #ClimateMatters issue of Riptide Journal, many thanks to Editors Sally Flint and Virginia Baily.
 
The issue is free to download, but for anyone having difficulty accessing the site, here is my poem:
 
Letters to Dad 
 
I write to you, Dad, who will not read my letters,  
who memorised The Rime of the Ancient Mariner  
and knew by heart the one-eyed yellow idol,  
was never idle but for the hours mined 
 in front of the hearth with the tv casting shadows  
on your big chin. Your chin, I have inherited. In age,  
I have yet to surpass the numbers of your birthday  
the last time we shared cake, a tell-tale crease  
curves from cheek to cheek regardless, shapes 
 an image of myself in your face 
 when you moved to land your fist. 
 Did you feel like you were punching yourself?  
One letter away from dead,  
does guilt hang weighty like an albatross,  
like me aged kid with my arms around your neck, 
 asking you, Dad, please will you read to me?  
You told me two-dimensional stories out your head,  
had imagination and could build sheds from scrap, 
but sat on my homework because it remained flat for you, 
who, when I choked, held me upside-down, 
like the book you couldn’t read,
 until rind fell from my mouth like pressed flowers.  
 
 
Rachel Fenton 2020

All the beautiful thank yous

 

Thanks to C J Anderson-Wu for publishing "Has History Become Just a Video Game", my review of Sylvia Petter's debut novel All the Beautiful Liars, on Booksie, and extra thanks to Petter's publisher Eye Lightening Books for including an excerpt and linking to the full review on their website.