Burrow at Old Water Rat Publishing
Where Mental Health Meets Crisis: The Geography and Psychology of Place (Under Threat)
We are a bi-annual e-journal publishing poetry and reviews. While our focus is what it is to live with poor or good mental health, we are very interested in where this intersects with such priorities as: ecocriticism & ecopoetics, postcolonialism, ekphrasis, progressive religion & secularism.
I have lived with depression for a long time. For over twenty years I was a teacher, sports coach and hike leader, often working with disengaged teens. I have never been very successful at achieving a ‘work/life’ balance, and loved my job a little too much, so carried many emotional loads. As a young adult I was also rocked by three bereavements in the space of a few years. All of this reached a crisis in late 2014 with a breakdown and suicide attempt, a period of hospitalisation, and a diagnosis of severe depression, PTSD and high levels of social anxiety.
I continue to live with poor mental health, and it defines too much of my experience. This e-journal is my act of defiance.
Burrow is a poetry journal, but it is not aimed at any elitist or exclusive readership. Poetry is best when it is for everyone!
So, when you email through a poem, include with it a paragraph-essay that outlines some of its context, origins and sources. This paragraph will be published with your poem, as a welcome mat if you like, greeting your audience with some possible reading paths.
As an example of what I like to read:
A valetudinarian’s ‘crisis’ in a time of COVID19
to the progressive bluegrass of Punch Brothers arranged in the old-fashioned way
(on a magic carpet
around a single mighty mic)
I am more indebted than ever to my partner safe at home
but also, more a cock on the lookout
whose ensemble overdrive is measured
in teaspoons of vegemite or crushed garlic
or in mugs of strong black coffee hiding
the bottle of pre-noon comeuppance that makes bearable
the reels and jigs of perfidy and moonshine
soaked up in a sofa’s distressed leather:
I am unshaven, daggy
in worn black and grey tracksuit and
holey woollen socks, shying away from the world
dog-tired from that damned earworm jingle
of what I’ve become:
I wish to look at home
in check or plaid or flannel, to be practised
with power tools and solvents whilst commiserating
in a convivial evening’s ‘Hops of Guldenberg’
or amidst other such booze-soaked hymns
but all I now get is an empty inbox
as I turn over and over to ‘punch brothers punch
‘A valetudinarian’s ‘crisis’ in a time of COVID19’:
Punch Brothers is an American progressive bluegrass band made up of Chris Eldridge (on acoustic guitar), Paul Kowert (on double bass), Noam Pikelney (on banjo), Chris Thile (on mandolin) & Gabe Witcher (on fiddle). Music is a vital part of my life, and along with my family, has got me through many tough spots. Unfortunately, I am not always grateful of their help, which I sometimes confuse with meddling interference – depression is a stink.