Yearly Archives: 2013

SENTINEL LITERARY QUARTERLY POETRY COMPETITION (SEPTEMBER 2013) Judge’s Report by Todd Swift

Overall, this was a lively bunch of poems.  About half were quite weak, and could easily be moved on from.  The other half demanded serious attention.  Of these, the poems clustered into several interlocking themes, of family, love, faith, illness, death, and nature – classic themes, of course.  Most of the poems felt like they could have used another edit or two – they remained a bit unsteady, with a few words, images, or phrases not quite holding their own with the rest.  The 15 poems here were clearly stronger than the rest, and there were no other poets or poems that I felt might have scraped in.  It was satisfying to see that, in the end, there were really fifteen very good or excellent poems to judge between.

 

The winning poem struck me as being very witty, and very well handled, in terms of its virtuosity of tone and style.  It had a panache that reminded me of Larkin, or perhaps Douglas Dunn.   Signs, in second place, was a more naive poem in some ways, but it had a just-so rightness to it, and a certain enigmatic and brief potency that made me feel it was a genuine poem, driven by poetic energies and feeling. Afterlife came in third, though I had some trouble working it out.  I loved the second half, and the anachronism of the mobile phone and so on was clever, but I didn’t understand precisely why the mummified boy was older than the Pharaohs.

 

Of the Highly Commended, two appear to be by the same (and winning poet) – Lakeland Gothic and Remembered Dialect.  I could tell by the voice/style which was like a thumbprint.  I have no idea who this poet is, but I admire their work.  Both these poems were witty and intelligent. Matilda is almost a very fine poem, with some satisfyingly strange aspects.

 

Of the Commended poems, I will say that each one of them, at one point, had a chance of being Highly Commended, if not a winner.

 

Each of them had moments of poetic pleasure and achievement, and with further work, these will be very good poems, and easily publishable.  Steeple Gidding Church was very strange and funny and moving. Hourglass was very moving and well-crafted.  Janus Tree was almost the winning poem, it had some great opening lines, but its form and presentation let it down a bit.   Grapple Y was very clever.  Love Match was formally adept, if a bit odd. The others also had some good moments.

 

I enjoyed judging again this year, and hope to do so again in future.

 

kind regards

 

Todd

 

Dr Todd Swift
Director, Eyewear Publishing Ltd
London, UK

http://www.eyewearpublishing.com/

SENTINEL LITERARY QUARTERLY POETRY COMPETITION (SEPTEMBER 2013)

 

RESULTS

 

Commended (in no order):

 

Seamus Harrington – Beachcombers

Jenny Donnison – Anguilla Anguilla

Jason Lytollis – Janus Tree

Jocelyn Simms – Grapple Y

John Gallas – Steeple Gidding Church

Sue M. Davies – Hourglass

Al McClimens – Love Match

Diane Jackman – Dying is not the time for crackpot theories

Joanne Fox – In the Jewellery Gallery at the Victoria and Albert Museum

 

Highly commended:

 

Seth Insua – Matilda

Jason Lytollis – Remembered Dialect

Jason Lytollis – Lakeland Gothic

 

Third Prize

Jenny Donnison –  Afterlife

 

Second Prize

Mark Totterdell – Signs

 

First Prize:

Jason Lytollis – The Book Town

 

Congratulations to the winners.  

 

SENTINEL ANNUAL POETRY COMPETITION 2013

CLOSING DATE: 30 NOVEMBER 2013

FIRST PRIZE: £500  SECOND PRIZE: £250  THIRD PRIZE: £125

HIGH COMMENDATION: £25 X 5

For previously unpublished poems in English Language, on any subject, in any style, up to 60 lines long. Poets of all nationalities, age and gender living in any part of the world are eligible to enter.

JUDGE: ROGER ELKIN author of Marking Time & No Laughing Matter

FEES: £5 per poem for first 2 poems, £3.50 per subsequent poem

Enter online and pay securely by PayPal or download an Entry Form for postal entry at:

http://www.sentinelpoetry.org.uk/sawc/poetry.html

Cheques/Postal Orders in favour of SENTINEL POETRY MOVEMENT  to

Sentinel Poetry Movement,

Unit 136, 113-115 George Lane, South Woodford, London E18 1AB

 

Judge’s Report & Results, Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (June 2013)

Judge’s report

 

By Claire Askew

 

I’ve judged the Sentinel poetry contest before, but this time, I changed my methods slightly.  Beforehand, I had created three piles for the poems to go into as I read them.  Pile one, the “no” pile, was for poems I knew from the off weren’t right, for whatever reason.  Pile two, the “maybe” pile, was for poems I intended to return to and read again to get a better sense of.  And pile three, the “yes” pile, was for the poems that really struck me on the very first reading.  The “yes” pile tended to be quite slim, while the others were much larger.

 

Before, once the “yes” poems had gathered, I turned automatically to those to find the prize-winning poems.  However, I’ve since realised that many of my own very favourite poems are not poems that instantly grabbed me the first time I read them.  (I’m now ashamed to admit, for example, that I hated Allen Ginsberg’s Howl on first reading.)  In fact, one of the signs of a really great poem is its ability to be read and re-read and re-re-read many times.  I realised that I’d perhaps been rather unfair to the poems in the “maybe” pile.

 

This time, I had only two piles: just the “no” poems and the “maybe” poems, with any poem that might previously have been a “yes” joining its friends among the “maybes.”  I’m inclined to think that my prize-winners might well have been the same under either system, but this one seemed fairer: I returned to a much larger “maybe” pile and re-read all the poems therein more than once.

 

This system also seemed to make the job of picking out the fifteen prize-winning, highly commended and commended poems – always agonising – a little easier.  I was able to think clearly about what I was looking for and search each poem for these things.  What was I looking for?  Above all, originality.  Not just new-ness – though new-ness, in a pile of poems littered with Bob Dylan homages, was very important – but the ability to create lines, phrases and images I’d never heard or read before.  I wanted poems where the voice of the poet (that slippery thing) was clear, confident and not in any way derivative.

 

The Commended poems were all peppered with lines that pleased me.  In “Unbusy Love,” I was struck by the image-making of the first few lines, which, coupled with a confident rhythm, created a promising start: “The wind like some fond shepherd drives the cloud / into corruption.  Summer’s yellow shroud / is torn with crows.  The saltwrack teems with flies.”  “Bon Voyage,” meanwhile, carried off a difficult conceit (the speaker claiming they had absolutely not done this list of things they clearly did do) across really quite a long poem – and again, there were striking moments: “this cloud-and-tree-branch sky.”  Although “Seeing A Dead Animal For The First Time” got a little bogged down in squeamish descriptions of the corpse, its author made this a poem about something more than just telling me what everything looked like.  The ending – “it was new dead / and its eye was trying / to remember my face from somewhere else” – was masterful.

 

“Snow” and “Caps Back To Front” did not contain any lines that particularly leapt out at me, but these are deliberately sparse, straightforward pieces.  “Snow” succeeds in using a short line and a scant rhythm to create the dull mood of a snowy day where no one can get outside and do anything.  “Caps Back To Front,” meanwhile, is nostalgic but not saccharine, dedicated to capturing an ordinary domestic scene in “murmuring yellow gaslight.”

 

“A Japanese bride on Westminster Bridge in February” is a poem that asks more questions than it answers, which is always a desirable trait in a poem.  Why are the “crystalline tear-tracks from her eyes” (side note: where else would they come from?  Is that line really working as hard as it could?  This is the sort of edit that makes a Commended poem into a Highly Commended) clearly visible in the photograph?  Who is the woman – “bridesmaid perhaps” – behind the camera?  This poem hinted at a bigger and more complex story, one I wanted to read, very effectively. 

 

I’ll admit, I was initially drawn to “Eleriot’s Car” because it was the only entry that had clearly been typed on a typewriter (manual typewriters are a great love of mine).  But the mode of execution only added to the poem’s charm, it turned out.  This piece was rhythmically delightful, very easy to read: “Kiss the ground.  Rattle to a halt. // Swaddled in clothes and a boiler suit, / I am a superman.”  I also loved the story it told.  “retired manufacturer of acetylene lamps // for cars, aviator, father of children. / I dreamt of an aeroplane’s grace.”  I cared about this person, about what happened next.  A lovely poem.

 

“Lune” and “Sailors” are both very short poems.  Creating a tiny poem that also has something at stake is tricky business, but “Lune” creates a sweet love poem that comprises of only one image.  “we are our bed’s lungs” is a great last line.  “Sailors” effectively creates a dark, brooding atmosphere in only seven brief lines.

 

Why were these poems only commended?  A few reasons.  As I mentioned before, editing your work requires that you ask the questions, “is every word in this poem contributing something useful?  Is every line in this poem working hard?”  In many of these poems, there were words, phrases, lines, occasionally whole stanzas that were languishing, not really adding anything.  A hard, ruthless edit could have made the difference for many.  Length is also a big concern: with some of these, I wanted more, and with others, I got the gist well before the end and felt the poem had overstretched a little.  And balance is something else to look out for.  Poems that start well can peter out as the poet rushes to draw a line under everything.  Conversely, poems whose endings are spectacular sometimes have tepid openings.  The only way to get a real feel for this stuff is to keep writing, and most importantly, keep reading.  All the poems in the Commended section show huge promise, so my advice to their poets would be: keep at it.  Read, write (and in that order).  You’re heading steadily in the right direction.

 

Picking Highly Commended poems might be the most difficult bit of the judging process.  These are poems that are ever-so-nearly prize-winners, but some little trifling something makes the difference.  For example, I genuinely loved “I am most like Frodo Baggins of the Shire.”  Here was a poem that ticked all my boxes: it is original to the point where it’s edging on silly, but pulling itself back just enough.  It’s confident: the form is tight, and ending the first and third line of every stanza with “I” is a precocious experiment that I really appreciated.  I especially liked the lines that deviated from the formula: “being sucked, / helpless, into their sleepless i- / rises and perspiring, I.”  I was ready to award this poem a prize, but the little something that made the difference?  The sudden disappearance of the pattern in the final two stanzas.  Suddenly, this weird, wild and wilful poem totally toned itself down, meaning the ending couldn’t help but be a bit of a disappointment.  And it would be so easy to rectify, too!  A hair’s breadth away, this one.

 

“Bees” is brilliant.  (How unusual to have two such great poems about flying stinging things in the top six poems!)  This is another really original poem, taking risks with everything: imagery, rhythm, its shape on the page.  It’s sonically delicious and the pacing is great, so reminiscent of the zig-zagging flight of a bee.  Some highlights, for me: “smoked puffball of burnt calm,” “frou-frou / into bee balm,” and the list of rose names at the poem’s heart.  What kept it out of the prizes in the end?  The length.  Although there are great moments throughout, after a while I found myself thinking, “OK, I’ve got it, time to wrap it up now.”  The first four stanza-blocks (this poem is too wonderfully loose to just call them stanzas) were definitely the strongest, and thereafter the poem started to unravel a little.  In biro, I’ve written on the poem “stop here!” under the line that begins “ring a bellflower.”  I can tell the poet had so much fun writing this, but for me, this piece is the perfect example of the importance of knowing when to stop.

 

Finally, “Stitching time” is a short, straightforward but haunting poem about the Moors Murders.  This is the sort of subject it’s nearly impossible to write about: it is so easy to stray into melodrama or sentimentality, depending on your approach.  The poet here avoids those pitfalls by focussing not on any of the individuals involved in the case (neither the murdered children nor Hindley or Brady), but on a piece of needlework being completed in the Lifers’ wing.  We assume Myra Hindley is the seamstress, but we don’t actually know, and it doesn’t really matter.  This was a poem I returned to and read many times.  Initially it befuddled me – its sometimes jolting rhythm and stop-start punctuation was probably deliberate, but also what eventually kept it out of the winners in the end (it didn’t feel deliberate enough).  But the more I read it the more layers of nuance I found.  And in places the poem does pick up its rhythmic skirts: “she / chose the colours of attrition / gray, blue / the clutch of fog, / escape of sky / and deep vermillion.”  Line breaks are generally used to great effect.  The poem feels sparse, pared back, but it is also complex, dark, hopeful, and forgiving.  A little technical edit – and I feel reading aloud would help hugely with this – and I think it would be a very accomplished piece indeed.

 

I believe all three prize-winning poems speak for themselves, so I’ll try not to say too much about them.  “Where the River Fans Out” takes a while to warm up (my eyes only began to open to what a great poem this is at “when you tire, here is / a bench just for you”), but when it does, there is barely a word out of place.  The poem wants you to think it’s loose and meandering, and the illusion is well sustained, but actually this piece is very rhythmically tight and beautifully controlled.  Punctuation – a thing many poets overlook as Not That Important – is vital to the ebb and flow of this poem and always thoughtfully, carefully placed, as are its line breaks.  Tiny, tiny things kept this clever poem in third place: the word “twitter,” for example, seemed to just cross the line into whimsy (a thing the poet held admirably at bay in a piece full of bluebirds and deer!).  But overall, I was impressed: there’s a lot going on in this poem about masculinity, nature and belonging, and it’s beautifully done.

 

I wrote a note on “Country cousin” that read, “I didn’t want to like this.  WELL DONE.”  I’ll admit: the title and the first line worried me.  I expected the poem to be twee, to revel in period details and quaint turns of phrase.  When it not only didn’t fall into these traps, but also turned out to be a serious and well-written rumination on class and privilege, I was absolutely gobsmacked, in the best possible way.  This poem is so, so well controlled: I can tell it’s been thoughtfully edited, probably more than once.  Though the second stanza is largely given over to the listing of fashionable frocks, it doesn’t run away with itself.  Similarly, stanza three, though set up as an obviously admirable antidote to the city cousin’s material excesses, never becomes melodramatic or preachy.  The voices of both women are strong and clear, amazingly so for such a short piece.  There are great images and turns of phrase throughout: “copperplate regret,” “feet bare and frilled with dirt.”  And the ending is just brilliant.  It’s rare that a poem defies and exceeds my expectations to such a degree that by the end, I feel embarrassed I had them.

 

Finally, “Queen,” another poem I returned to many times to read and re-read.  The more times I read this poem, the more I realised it was about more than just the story of a wasp infestation.  This is a poem about man versus nature – the speaker’s voice is deftly manipulated to reveal all the various things human beings feel about the natural world.  With “let her be, let her feel free // to thrive,” the poem’s starting point is human compassion for creatures we believe are inferior to us.  But the next line, “how many thousand yellow jackets / seethed in the darkness?” hints at the fear that is clearly mounting as the wasp’s nest grows.  There’s also fascination – “netted routes of industry / and wires of wasp-essence” – and awed respect, “light fittings buzzed with the engine of wasps.”

 

As well as being about man’s relationship with nature, though, this is also a poem about place and space – what is home, and how meaningful is the concept of home?  These humans believe the house is theirs, but so do the wasps, who “stung the glass I used to trap them.”  It’s also about power: “any femme fatale can be a queen.”  For a poem that’s essentially about one wasp, there’s a lot going on.

 

And the poem is really well written.  Rhythmically tight, with every single word doing something, adding something. Some great images – “curls of angry static,” “furious with windows” – but nothing flashy.  The poem is perfectly weighted – it doesn’t start strong and tail off, or start too quietly before building to a more impressive crescendo (though the ending is great).  Every line works in its own right, every stanza has something in it to enjoy.  And it made me think a little differently about wasps, too, which is no mean feat.

 

The results

 

Commended – in no particular order:

Eduardo Alonso – “Sailors”

Timo Xolani Freeth – “Lune”

Peter Cardwell – “Bleriot’s Car”

Andy Hickmott“Japanese bride on Westminster Bridge in February”

Derek Taylor – “CAPS BACK TO FRONT”

Adrian Buckner – “Snow”

Josh Knight – “Seeing a dead animal for the first time”

Tracey S. Rosenberg – “Bon Voyage”

John Gallas – “Unbusy Love”:

 

Highly commendedin no particular order:

Anne Connoly – “Stitching time”

Tarquin Landseer – “Bees”

Dan Mussett  – “I am most like Frodo Baggins of the Shire”

 

Third prize:

Jeanine Stevens – “Where the river fans out”

Second prize:

Tracey S. Rosenberg – “Country cousin”

 

First prize:

Paul McDonald – “Queen”

 


SLQ Competitions

 

SENTINEL LITERARY QUARTERLY POETRY COMPETITION

For original, previously unpublished poems in English language on any subject, in any style up to 50 lines long.

Closing Date: 30th September, 2013

Judge: Todd Swift

Prizes: £150 (1st), £75 (2nd), £50 (3rd), £10 x 3 (High Commendation)

Fees: £4/1, £7/2, £9/3, £11/4, £12/5, £16/7, £22/10

Enter online or by post here


SENTINEL LITERARY QUARTERLY SHORT STORY COMPETITION

For original, previously unpublished short stories in English language on any subject, in any style up to 1500 words long.

Closing Date: 30th September, 2013

Judge: Alex Keegan

Prizes: £150 (1st), £75 (2nd), £50 (3rd), £10 x 3 (High Commendation)

Fees: £5/1, £8/2, £10/3, £12/4

Enter online or by post here


Judge’s Report & Results, Sentinel Literary Quarterly Short Story Competition (June 2013)

 

by Brindley Hallam Dennis

 

BHDThe first few stories I read, of the nearly one hundred that had been submitted to the competition, were not prizewinners. That was the luck of the draw. Of the following ninety, far too many were far too good to make a judge’s life comfortable.

            I discussed my criteria with a friend. How will you go about it? He asked. I answered that I’d pick the ones that had the greatest impact on me. He would have taken, he said, what he called the ‘bureaucratic’ route, by which he meant having half-a-dozen elements against which he would judge each story.

            I could see the logic in that. A story that ticked all the boxes would be the winning story: obvious. Most of the stories submitted to this competition would have ticked most of the boxes I would have devised: location, character, narrative voice, storyline, ambience, but I suspect I would have ended up with a ‘Ministry of Works’ (an archaic term that I hope still communicates its meaning!) story, ‘a horse designed by a committee.’  It would have been competent, reliable, worthy, politically correct, safe, and not too pungent. All the elements would have been in balance: nothing would have strained to pull the story in any particular direction. In short, it would have been without identity. 

            I don’t react to stories in that way, and I hope that you don’t either. Very many of these stories pleased me. Some made me laugh, one or two made me wince. A few seemed  more like reports of stories than actual stories. Several were marred by slips of the pen, or of the mind; some had poor punctuation that made them difficult to understand. Some gave me the impression that their narrators did not know why they were telling them, nor to whom. One or two seemed like authorial wishful thinking.

            Most were imaginative, exciting, told with passion and commitment. The worlds they envisioned were credible, compelling, often very like ours; sometimes quite different. The stories believed in themselves and, for a while, could be believed in. Reading through them all made me realise just how healthy the short story form, in English, is at the moment. But I had to pick out a mere six, for prizes, and High Commendation.

            Though not tick-boxes, I do have two fundamental questions that I believe must be asked of stories. The first is ‘what is it about?’ This is the question we are almost certain to ask, or think of asking, when somebody tells us they have read something. The second is ‘what is it like?’ This is a question that writers are more likely to ask, because we want to know how it has been done. They are the questions that point to content, and to form. All art tries to balance those two, and it is the tension between them that gives potency to the work.

            I’ve won prizes and commendations in the past, and I’ve also sunk without trace. In both circumstances I’ve reminded myself that it’s one person’s (or perhaps a small panel’s) opinion that has been swayed, for good or ill. It’s worth remembering that the success in writing is in the writing, it is only ‘recognition’ that anyone else can bring to you – and that is limited by their abilities as a reader as much as by yours as a writer!

            The winning story haunted me. From the moment I read it, it remained in the back of my mind. I knew it was a contender immediately, and none of the subsequent stories shifted it from my consciousness. From the title onwards it worked towards its ending. I like powerful endings: Ambrose Bierce, sending us forward into a disaster that we cannot help but foresee in the last two words of The Coup de Grace; Ernest Hemingway, sending us back into the story with fresh understanding after the shattering revelation in the last sentence of A Canary For One. Yet here, I choose a story that has what we might call an open ending. The Weight of Dunlins is a story that is most definitely over though. The narrator has finished telling it, leaving us to wonder: how long ago did it happen? Is he still on the island? Might he meet her again? And think about the qualities of those two ‘wows’ they have exchanged: metaphors for the relationship between them.

            The atmosphere of place, of people located in place and in time, is powerful. The relationship between the protagonists is uneven, and nuanced. That oblique title sets us off on a quest that the explanation of ‘machair’ only deepens, into a story that is at the same time both simple and ‘grounded’, yet also highly imaginative and ethereal.

            My Second prize story is in a totally different genre: The Cranes soon loses its contact with objective reality, before even a foot has been placed on the first rung. Yet, as the protagonist climbs higher the glimpses of reality that he gets become sharper and more powerful as he distances himself from them. The final scenes, the final words, are terrifyingly real.

            Third prize goes to Mah Sister, which I loved for the hutzpah of its language as much as for the neat twist in its tail. As this story progresses, a deft and light narrative thread gives way to a well-handled dialogue. If you havnae heard a Scottish accent before, get your ear in on the internet, and this story will sing to you! And if, like me, you laugh out loud, remember that it is your own assumptions (prejudices we might call them) that lead you to the comic surprise!

            My three Highly Commendeds are Ganesh, The Cosmological Constant, & The 5A to Hangleton.

            Ganesh is a simple story of human contact and communication in a moment of distress. The meeting, across class and culture, is credible and moving.

            The Cosmological Constant shows us the wonderful, obsessive focus of the ‘corporate’ mind on the task in hand, oblivious of the chaos going on around.

            The 5A to Hangleton takes us on a surreal journey, that seems entirely plausible, to the point of normality; but there is triangle of very real people behind it.

           

 

Results (June 2013)

 

Highly Commended, in no particular order:

 

Joy Clews – Ganesh

Rob Hawke – The 5A to Hangleton

Jason Hopps – The Cosmological Constant

 

Third Prize:

James McKenzie – Mah Sister

 

Second Prize:

Rhuar Dean – The Cranes

 

First Prize:  

Colin Watts – The Weight of Dunlins

 

Congratulations to the winners and highly commended authors. These stories will be published in Sentinel Literary Quarterly magazine on 31st January, 2014. The 1st, 2nd and 3rd prize winners automatically appear in print. The highly commended stories may also appear in print, subject to space, otherwise they will be published in the online and eBook versions of the magazine. If you are a winner or commended author and have any questions regarding the publication of your work, send enquiries to editor@sentinelquarterly.com

 


SLQ Competitions

 

SENTINEL LITERARY QUARTERLY POETRY COMPETITION

For original, previously unpublished poems in English language on any subject, in any style up to 50 lines long.

Closing Date: 30th September, 2013

Judge: Todd Swift

Prizes: £150 (1st), £75 (2nd), £50 (3rd), £10 x 3 (High Commendation)

Fees: £4/1, £7/2, £9/3, £11/4, £12/5, £16/7, £22/10

Enter online or by post here


SENTINEL LITERARY QUARTERLY SHORT STORY COMPETITION

For original, previously unpublished short stories in English language on any subject, in any style up to 1500 words long.

Closing Date: 30th September, 2013

Judge: Alex Keegan

Prizes: £150 (1st), £75 (2nd), £50 (3rd), £10 x 3 (High Commendation)

Fees: £5/1, £8/2, £10/3, £12/4

Enter online or by post here