Editing for The Rialto II – reading the poems

Editing for The Rialto II – reading the poems

When I opened the first yellow cardboard folder full of poems, I had no idea what I’d find.  That is still the case, though now I can make some guesses. I did have a couple of vague assumptions, probably derived from comments by competition judges and editors, notably...
Editing for The Rialto

Editing for The Rialto

The autumn issue has just arrived. This time it felt different: my name is on page 2, as one of the Assistant Editors (note the capitals), along with Abigail Parry.  We have got this job for the next two issues, winter and spring, under The Rialto’s Editor Development...
September 2013

September 2013

When I came to type up the poems I’d accepted for the ‘Summer’ Rialto (No. 78) I found I was several pages short of an issue. So I have had to do some concentrated reading to find more, excellent, poems. And at about the same time as I was doing this...
Yesterday, I lived there – Jen Campbell

Yesterday, I lived there – Jen Campbell

This is a little about me. I’m from a village in the north-east of England, near the sea. It’s not far from Newcastle. It’s near a haunted windmill that’s lost its top. It’s a place where we put raspberry sauce on our ice cream, but we...

Libretto – Joanna Guthrie

You may like to treat yourself to a quick look at this, from the Waveney and Blyth Arts website: “This is Waveney & Blyth Arts first commission to create new work that conjures up the spirit of these unique river valleys. Having successfully raised money...

Sheep – Michael Mackmin

If I invert Sir Philip Sidney’s famous maxim (‘to teach and to delight’) I get a statement, of sorts, that the key to learning to be a reader of poetry is in the ability to learn and to be delighted. And here’s something that will help tune you...

The darkest evening of the year

The nights draw in again and the winter equinox gets buried beneath the white noise of Argos adverts, flashing santa’s (in both senses), and the warblings of X-Factor winners dribbling out the radio like turkey-gravy down the chin of an elderly relative. The equinox...