Philip Quinlan has been published variously, but some time ago. Now, he wishes to be published similarly and presently, or even at all. Any laurels accrued ‘back then’ have now withered in the pitiless summer heat of the East Saxon province of England. He must begin the world anew.
In life, he endeavours, but oftentimes fails, to do the ‘right’ thing. Whereas, in poetry, he endeavours scrupulously to avoid doing the ‘done’ thing. Success, he thinks, lies always in the eye of the beholder; if he knocks out a poem, it is for others to judge whether he knocked it out of the park.
He previously co-edited Angle Journal of Poetry in English, though said journal has sadly now departed to that bourne from which none return.