Hey, folks,
The latest edition of The French Literary Review came winging across the water and into our mailbox the other day. Aude is a small region in the Midi, a little west of Montpellier. It's Languedoc country.
Anyway, I was delighted to open it up and find, on page 13, my
Feu de la St. Jean. No worries, it's in english, describing the time I once leapt through a solstice fire in a village perché not too far from there. The journal isn't exclusively formal, but clearly they're form friendly enough to print blank verse pentameter...
La Poésie est vivante! Vive la Poésie!
Thanks,
Bill
(ps. They're not real wired, but here's an online blurb about them from the UK:
http://www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/ma...dex.asp?id=103
I note with joy that Ann Drysdale is a previous contributer.)