Editor: Paul Stevens
Co-editor: Peter Bloxsom
Artist/photographer: Patricia Wallace Jones

The Chimaera is an online miscellany of poetry and prose. We intend to publish three times a year, in January, May and September/October.

Some authors have recorded their own readings of their poems for this issue. We hope the voice recordings add an extra dimension of interest. 

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FROM THIS ISSUE:

And I lived
in the country of
myself all my life.
The food was bad.
The language odd.
The peace unsteady.
So I moved
to the country of
I’m not myself.
          — Paul Hostovsky

Hell take these deathless loves that end in dying!
          — Margaret Menamin

...a civilization, as it grows more and more complex, becomes more and more vulnerable to the drunken mailmen in its midst...  
          — R. Nemo Hill 

My own part in the evening was to play “a poet”, which if you are Irish and living in England is quite easy to do. I wore a tweed hat and made a point of sounding pained and sonorous.
          — Fintan O’Higgins

I walk the broad path, common,
to the hill we do not own.
          — Alison Brackenbury

Please also look in on The Chimaera’s disreputable parent zine, The Shit Creek Review.