Leigh Blackmore - Works - Poetry

Poetry

Blackmore's weird verse has appeared variously in Arkham Sampler, Avallaunius: The Journal of the Arthur Machen Society, Beastly, chaosmagic.com, EOD, The Eldritch Dark, Etchings & Odysseys, Midnight Echo, New Lovecraft Collector, Shoggoth, Studies in the Fantastic, Telmar, and Weird Fiction Review.

Much of the weird poetry is now collected in Spores from Sharnoth & Other Madnesses, with a foreword by S.T. Joshi. The US journal Dead Reckonings declared that the collection "at once establishes Blackmore as one of the leading weird poets of our time." A recording of Blackmore reading the poem "Dark Dedication" from the collection can be downloaded here. A variant edition of this title, omitting the introduction and P'rea Press editors' foreword, and with some poems excluded and others added, under the title Sharnoth's Spores & Other Seeds, was published by Rainfall Books in 2010.

General poetry has appeared in Melaleuca, Tertangala, and at Australian Reader and Pool. Blackmore has read his poetry live at various venues in NSW including Live Poets, North Sydney and Yours and Owls Cafe, Wollongong. Blackmore has also recorded readings of many of the poems of Clark Ashton Smith.

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