Book Review. The Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine Anthology 2016.

The Peeking Cat Anthology 2016 features work from 46 contributors – 40 poems, three short stories, and six photographs from writers and photographers worldwide. Available in paperback, hardback and as an ebook, it showcases creative, heartfelt and beautifully formed pieces of work from both new and established writers.

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Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine

“At Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine we like poems that tell the truth in some way – poems that dare to be honest about something important, or poems that find something beautiful to say about everyday things.

Poetry isn’t a high-brow art form and it shouldn’t be inaccessible. Poetry is by everyone, for everyone. It is everyday – it is every life. But most of all, it is everywhere, and to see it, you just have to observe – like a peeking cat.”

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My Review

This is a really good collection of poetry, stories (and cat pics!) from writers such as Nikki Knight, Dane Cobain, Linda M. Crate, Grant Tabard, Fiona Marshall. Oh, and little old me!

There’s a lot to enjoy in the book, with poets doing what they do best, and writing about the extraordinary in the every day.
My Mother’s Apartment by Eric Robert Nolan writes of grief.
A favourite, Stream of Conscious Entry 25 by Josh Dale, uses the American dollar as a metaphor.
Cat Scrabble Ode by Ron Singer brought to mind those dogs playing pool prints.
She was Impossible by Carol Louise Moon is about growing old.
Another favourite is Sleepless Night by Susan P. Blevins, which is accompanied by a lovely picture of Tiziano, the cat.
Prose Rapunzel by Megan Crosbie is an interesting piece of writing.
My third favourite is I gave her a Penguin Classic by Claire Sexton.
Diminished ‘Loving you was like’ by Jocelyn Mosman.
A quote from my fourth favourite Springtime at the Graveyard by Heath Brougher
‘I can hear nothing here but
the rain now,
and the occasional boom of
barometric pressure,
the sound of God welding
a chainsaw
threatening to turn us all into
puzzles,
No doubt muttering “God damn humans.”
My fifth favorite is the heart stopping The Shootist by Carl Palmer.

Author: Idontwearahat.

Katie is a published poet, reader and reviewer.

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