Domestic CherryIn memory of free woman and poet Anna Wickham
Issue 1 a 27 page sample of the full 70 page annualto be published in Spring and launched at 5:30 am 2nd Mayon the first day of the Swindon Festival of Literature 2011.
Domestic cherry is the name that many gardeners give to the Prunus avium, also known as Sweetcherry tree. In a recent study, sweet cherries were characterized by two dominant phenoliccompounds, caffeoyltartaric acid and 3!"™-p-coumaroylquinic acid, which are recognised to haveanti-carcinogenic properties. This is pure poetry and a reason for me to become involved with TheDomestic Cherry magazine. Like the Prunus avium, the publication is promising to be full of livelywise sap, grow vigorously, claim its own space, and produce fruit of intense complex flavour. It maybe the case that before you get to the fruit the birds would have had it. But even in that case, you willhave to admit, it is hardly wasted. Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton Paper cut out cherry tree Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton
Domestic Cherryc/o Mrs. WatsonLower Shaw FarmOld Shaw Lane, ShawSwindon, WiltshireSN5 5PJContact by email: email@example.comCopyright remains with the individual authors and artists in this edition 2011ISBN: 978-1-4467-2746-1Supported by:Mabel Watson is the alter ego of Hilda Sheehan
Contents10 About Domestic Cherry and submission guidelinesImage Jill Carter11 The Watson Sisters in Camper VanPoetry Mabel Watson12 Domestic CherryImage: Page 13 Paper cut out ‘Cherry Tree in Summer’ Cristina Navazo-Eguía NewtonPoetry Anna Wickham14 Meditation at Kew Myra Schneider15 Forest Lesley Saunders16 Harvest Supper Cristina Navazo-Eguia Newton17 Literal Translation Tatjana Debelja!ki18 Japan u Aprilu/Japan in April Hilda Sheehan19 Beautiful is told a thing or two Claire Dyer20 Burning the war Heather O’Neill21 A Housewife’s MeditationBlog Jill Carter22 We all want to be someone differentImage: Page 23, Drawing 1, ‘Dreams & Wishes’ Jill CarterPlaylet Mabel Watson24 The Rise of Domestic Cherry26 Letters27 List of contributors
About Domestic CherryDomestic Cherry is a new annual book that will be published each May as part ofthe Swindon Festival of Literature and welcomes submissions of previouslyunpublished poetry, flash fiction and playlets by women writers. Also, black andwhite ink/crayon/charcoal drawings with a touch of red to celebrate cherriness.The editor Mrs. Watson enjoys being astonished and marvels at women who canbe creative while scrambling over their kids or gasping from the bottom of awashing basket! She also marvels at women who write with vibrancy, energy andoriginality. Mrs. Watson also believes that more fun needs to be had in thepublishing business, so feel free to be playful, happy, edgy, experimental as wellas dark and thick as treacle (Mrs. Watson loves treacle).What else needs to be said? Mrs. Watson needs your wisdom, because at timesshe doubts her own, like lots of women numbed by too much to do. If you haveanything inspirational to add to her submission guidelines then please do share.Mrs. Watson likes to celebrate sharing!Submission DetailsPlease send to firstname.lastname@example.org:Poetry - of any length sent in the body of an emailFlash Fiction - up to 1000 words sent in the body of an emailPlaylets - one side of A4 in one act sent in the body of an emailBlack and white line drawings - sent as good quality scanned in Jpeg attachments.The deadline for issue 1, 70 pages of online and hardcopy writing by women, willbe March 31st 2011, launched at the Swindon Festival of Literature, May 2011.
Domestic Cherry is an annual inspired by ‘The Travelling Museum of Possibilities’Jill Carter, September 2010The Watson Sisters in Camper Van, Jill Carter, 2010
Domestic Cherryhow vertical the cherry everdomestic and riperises for pickerbursts for pickerhangs up high and differentfrequently cherry frequently pickercherry movement domestic and easyiron on red placed with cherrypart picker part boom!on bite of cherrymost vertical for place let me hang in the ordinary world dullness swallow a red swallow a sweet you hate the syntax of my fallcart safely the cherryin his type of dieselto carry a cherry careful and quiet whilelipstick bleeds all cherries home by nightfallso sit in their bowls or bottledthese types thissle thesetypes sonic eithercontrol our cherry insidesounds so woman sonicso domestic stuff unwanted landscapedistant cherry in the windthis cherry scenario is onlyone type domestic cherry’s out the boxMabel Watson
Paper cut out cherry tree in summer Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton
Meditation at KewAlas! for all the pretty women who marry dull men,Go into the suburbs and never come out again,Who lose their pretty faces and dim their pretty eyes,Because no one has skill or courage to organise.What do these pretty women suffer when they marry?They bear a boy who is like Uncle Harry,A girl who is like Aunt Eliza, and not new,These old dull races must breed true.I would enclose a common in the sun,And let the young wives out to laugh and run;I would steal their dull clothes and go away,And leave the pretty naked things to play.Then I would make a contract with hard FateThat they see all the gay men in the world and choose a mate,And I would summon all the pipers in the townThat they dance with Love at a feast, and dance him down.From the gay unions of choiceWe’d have a race of splendid beauty and of thrilling voice.The world whips frank, gay love with rods,But frankly, gaily shall we get the gods.Anna Wickham 1884 - 1947
ForestThe held-out arms of oaks promise quietnessbut I can hear lorries rattling their bones,kids shrieking at the bottom of a gardentoo near this wood. I walk fast and at lastsilence is let loose. Its leafiness cleansmy lungs and I trudge soft red layersunthinking of decay until the trees close ranksand I peer through firs whose low branchesare mean wires into a darkness thick as serge.Ambivalence creeps in – no birds sing here,no flowers bloom in the straggles of grassbetween the bramble loops lying in waitand the silence is so dense now it’s a burden.Among the witchy trees I glimpse eyesglittering with threat – deer, wild cat, devil?The truth is this forest of fears can neverbe undone and although I don’t trust the pathI start to run, straining to hear human sounds,run until breath scrapes against my throatand my alarmed heart drums in my ears,run until I see a solid man sitting on a logeating sandwiches. ‘Lovely day for it,’ he says.‘Lovely,’ I echo, and not far away I hearcar swish lovely as a rushing stream, as music.Myra Schneider
Harvest SupperMoments before the first knock at the doorand the moon looking in through the window,I’ve forgotten who was invited.Apples ripen and soften in candlelight, their seedsswelling a little and a little in their star chambers.The garden is asking to be let in,wants to know if I’ve laid the table with the old silver.Six chairs are standing round with their arms open.I turn up the flame and wait.Lesley Saunders
Literal TranslationNever had the.My ungoing blistered in the burn of yet.What-some had often this closeand the closer was the more other than,the more not really the, the more not quite.Each time expected having justthat if, then the. But.Yes, some, like.Yes, at times, a while, a certain or.Still, how season, and inasmuch again,less mean, less waterfall, less.Bees, without.Also might a variation ofanother not-have.Unrepairedness, unrepairingness,wholefailtility,brokenhood.Not whether, not whether, but how.Who does, if at all,if any ever.Is it truly thus?Thus really so like?Is this it?Should then no more for?But why then still out to,up to.Where, when, if.Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton
Japan u ApriluIstinski silna, neoprezna ponekad,!udim nema i daleka!Obna"ena, ispunjena savr#enstvom,Poha$am u"ivanja!!!Gde ima poverenja ima i radosti.Nikad nije slikao moju strast,Snove od boje do re%i,Bez neizvesnosti i jeze.Trenutak svetlosti me pogo$a.Utiskuje japanski zrak na lice.April lagano izliva boje,Nad udvojenim senama #to ple#u.Japan in AprilTruly stunning, sometimes careless,I crave silently and far away!Naked, filled up with perfection,I am attending enjoyment!!!Where there is trust there is always glee.He never painted my passion,Dreams from the color to the word,Without suspense and shivers.The moment of light strikes me.Pressing Japanese air onto my faceApril is slowly spilling its colors,above duplicate shadows dancing away.Tatjana Debelja%kiWritten in Serbian and translated into English by Tatjana Debelja#ki
beautiful is told a thing or two1.beautiful I’ll wait for you until the clock strikes beautiful at midnight and one2.beautiful all we want is jewel lipped laughter glossed away why wasnt yourfather told3.beautiful I want to lay beside you take my small tongs curl your hair to swans4.beautiful something tells me the gate was locked behind you foreverlights left singing5.beautiful Ill buy your children things of gold shops dug up treasurewhy not take them6.beautiful we must make a cloud burst make a river make a whole mountainclimb up between7.beautiful I will alter you up like a god like sweet things gifted dressedto stop the world beautiful8.beautiful Pete told you I told you each day will always be a beautiful place topicnic in your perfume9.beautiful I will hang you up above a shelf of things that describe your facemy wall loves you too10.beautiful if you go down the shops the ugly might buy you with biscuitsa paper and a coffeeHilda Sheehan
Burning the warfor DadI am eight. It is November. There arethree feet of safety between meand the flames and the air is brittlewith heat. We’re at the end of the gardenunder a rib of trees, and he’s wearingtrousers the colour of fudge, a wax jacketwhich tinsels when he walks. We’re burningthe war, his father’s death, the manhe used to be. My face is hot, frost stabsthe back of my knees, leaves curl,twigs snap; there is percussion here, andmelody. This is when he can see through walls,and skin and bone, can hold a starin the palm of his hand, knowseverything there is to know. He smiles,adds wood. The smoke thickens, rises, hides him.Claire Dyer
A Housewife’s MeditationHis pants, my knickers, paired, peggedhang damp, unripe. Sadsacksalong the line. The prayer spreadsaway away – fill with air, folded hearts!‘Come back’ caught in my juju cloth:his pants, my knickers. Paired, peggedeach bead adds weight to the lastI sow certitude, to harvestalong the line. The prayer spreadsdancing. Frankenstein, fluffed liveawake and pulling shapes, swell-fullhis pants, my knickers, paired, peggedmagnet realign our filaments:our wills. Cause moving, mirroring.Along the line the prayer spreadsout my mind to ride your voicetogether a storm of murmuring noise:his pants, my knickers, paired, peggedalong the line the prayer spreads.Heather O’Neill
We all want to be something different13/Jan/11 09:11Talked to Ali today, mum of the friend of the mysterious girl. She was delightedto know that portrait images of the community were to be in an exhibition at theRoyal West of England Academy. I told her I was hugely excited and that thefirst person I shared the news with of the exhibition Dreams, Masks & Mirrorswas Lennie, my window cleaner. I’m coming, he said, I’ve never been anywhereroyal. Whilst there was something burning under the grill, we discussed on thephone the desire to be Other...Well, we all want to be someone different - dontwe said the Mum of the best friend of the mysterious little girl, who had appearedas though from nowhere, dressed in a different outfit over ten times. I explainedthe photographs taken during the ten day art/works festival was to explore thetheme of a contemporary take on fairytale & myth. Isobel loved the TravellingMuseum of Possibilities, she still talks about it...told her Nan on Christmas Dayall about what took place, dressing up, in the media bus. She wore her TravellingMuseum badge on her Christmas dress. ‘I dream of being on the Front Row,she’d said.Jill Carter
The Rise of Domestic Cherry – a PlayletMonday evening, Mabel is loading the twin tub and the phone rings. It isGeraldine.Mabel: Mrs.Watson speaking.Geraldine: Mabel!Mabel: Yes, speaking.Geraldine: Mabel, Ive just been reading that magazine you talked about at lastweek’s knitting group. You said you didnt think much of it and, having read it, Iagree.Mabel: Well yes, its all a bit dull. I had to keep putting it down, clean anotherwindow then struggle through another poem. Not a good sign.Geraldine: Im much less impressed than I was with issue 35 (the first one Ivesubscribed to). What struck me this time is just how many of the poems are bymen - so I counted, and then counted in issue 36, which is also unbalanced but itsnot quite so obvious.Mabel: Thats terrible. Poor Ursula has been rejected by them no less than seventimes and shes a master of haiku!Geraldine: Ive also just subscribed to Brittle Star - which has poetry and shortfiction, which also has a male/female ratio of 11:7. Cant draw conclusions fromone issue, of course.Mabel: No, quick conclusions are never good.Geraldine: Do you think this is common in small poetry mags? There are, now,short story mags that are only open to women, in an effort to combat undercurrentsexism in fiction. Is it just as bad in poetry - or is there a women-only poetrymag somewhere?Mabel: What’s needed is a totally fabulous magazine full of brilliant work bywomen. An annual perhaps, nicely retro.Geraldine: Yes! it makes life even more difficult if we are disadvantaged by ourgender before we even pick up a pen! (Or maybe this is just a gap in the market?)
Mabel: Gap in market. Certainly, theres a lack of fun as well as a lack of writingby amazing women. But how about Myslexia. Thats a lovely one.Geraldine: Ive subscribed to MsLexia for a couple of years now, and think itswonderful - but its a drop in the ocean compared with the need, and the standardis so high thats it feels almost impossible to get published there (although I sentthem 4 poems on the Departures theme in the summer and they havent comeback yet, so maybe they are shortlisted, and I did have a story shortlisted once!)Mabel: Hmmm. You know it brings me back to a comment made by the totallylovely poet Ros Barber. She said, Mabel, your poems are full of strength andoriginality but male editors may dislike the domestic theme.Geraldine: Goodness Mabel. Something needs to be done! A poetry magazinefor women - along the lines of The Yellow Room, which is short stories writtenby women, would be wonderful. We can dream!Mabel: Lets do more than dream. Lets do it! Let’s have our own magazine, callit the domestic cherry or something like that. A vibrant source of writing bywomen of any age, any culture, any background.Geraldine: Its a great idea. Not sure I know enough about poetry? Can I reallyedit short fiction when Ive had so little published myself? All the usual doubtsyoud expect from any woman brought up in the 50s in a household full of men.Mabel: Darling, we can do it. We know whats what; my bedside is a mountainof poems. I know what moves me and thats a great place to start. Away with the‘Kingdom of Dullness!’ A magazine to cause a gasp in the poetry world.Geraldine: Are you serious Mabel?Mabel: Im VERY serious Geraldine Watson. Sisters in domestic dirty washingpoetry crime: bring your dirty washing here, Objectivists at large! We wantsincerity and freshness more than anything; a feather duster on the art world!Now must get back to the spinner…
LettersDear Mrs. WatsonMay I call you Mabel?Indeed, you are right. In fact, it goes without saying: the female writing voice isa great one, as great as any, provided the person behind it takes writing seriously,knows how to be free and disciplined at the same time, and also knows how tolaugh.For these, and many more reasons, I certainly do ‘enjoy, encourage, andcelebrate’ such voices in the Literature-related events that I seek to put on.As to your new magazine, I think it an idea whose time has come, whose cherryis ripe, and promises fruitfulness to follow.Since you say you like sharing Mrs. W and welcome comments, I would be verypleased to go through the DOMESTIC CHERRY (brilliant name!) submissionguidelines with you but best by phone, because just now, on this cold wet night atLower Shaw Farm, I am off to put another log on the fire and run a readinggroup. (Maybe your mag could also have a ‘Recommended Reading’ section,because I believe that you believe that a belief in reading is a necessary belief forwriters who believe that, through a belief in the value of reading the work ofother good writers, their own writing can improve, to unbelievable levels ofbeauty, sense, and completeness.)Must go. My children may be grown up but my books are still babies that need agentle hand and careful preparation before they can be presented to the doubtingworld.All power to your elbow dear Mabel.Matt HollandDirector, SWINDON FESTIVAL OF LITERATURELower Shaw FarmShawSwindonWiltshire SN5 5PJ01793 771080 or 07940 email@example.com
List of contributorsMyra Schneider’s tenth collection of poetry, ‘Circling The Core’, was published by Enitharmon in2008. She also writes fiction for children and personal writing. These include ‘Writing My WayThrough Cancer ‘(Jessica Kingsley 2003). Most recently ‘Writing Your Self’ (with John Killick)published by Continuum International at the end of 2009. s www.esch.dircon.co.ukLesley Saunders’ poems have been widely published, including in the London Review of Books,Magma and the Rialto. Her books include a co-authored volume with Jane Draycott and artist PeterHay, ‘Christina the Astonishing’ (Two Rivers Press, 1998); ‘Her Leafy Eye,’ collaboration with theartist Geoff Carr (Two Rivers Press, 2009); ‘No Doves’ (Mulfran Press 2010); and most recently‘Some Languages Are Hard to Dream In’, a pamphlet with images by Christopher Hedley-Dent(Mulfran Press 2010).Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton published poetry in Spanish in two collections and five anthologiesbefore moving to Swindon, where she is involved in education, wildlife projects, flamenco singingand raising her children. Some of her English poems have appeared in journals and become finalists atBridport, Gregory O’Donoghue, Strokestown and Aesthetica.Hilda Sheehan lives in Swindon with her five children and has had poems published by Rialto,Poetry Society Website, BBC Website, South and The New Writer. Hilda is the MC of the popularBlueGate Poets’ Open Mic Nights, an assistant to the Swindon Artswords Literature DevelopmentWorker and chair of BlueGate Poets: www.blueghatepoets.comTatjana Debelja!ki was born in 1967 in U"ice and is a member of the Association of Writers ofSerbia UKS since 2004 and the Haiku Society of Serbia. She has published three collections of poetry,‘A House Made of Glass,’ published by ART – U"ice; ‘Yours,’ published by Nrodna Knjigna, and‘Vulcano’ by Haiku Lotos, Valjevo. "AH-EH-EEH-OH-OOH" published by Poeta Belgrade in 2008.www.poetabg.comClaire Dyer writes women’s fiction and poetry and works very part-time for an HR research forum inLondon. She is widely published and is a member of the Brickwork Poets, a group who performconversations in poetry on set themes at venues around the UK.Heather O’Neill was one of last year’s winners of the Battered Moons Competition. She has worked,among other things, as a secondary school teacher and a 70’s disco wedding singer. Currently she israising two small boys and has only been writing a short time.Jill Carter, MFA is a visual artist, facilitator & educator: delivering social engagement projects,performative interventions, workshops & photographic exhibitions. Jill engages with people throughlight-hearted playfulness and sensitivity, bridging artistic, social & therapeutic values. Inspiring othersto share stories & hopes, exploring the space between the real and imaginary, playful and poetic.