Again, it’s the time thing.  Months ago I had an idea about getting as many authors of the once-and-now-mysteriously-gone bluechrome publishing together for a final hurrah.  And now, it’s over.  Thursday was wonderful.  There was a warm and supportive crowd. Plenty of wine.  The best nibbles Marks and Spencer had to offer.  And this beautiful venue:  St Benet Church, just down the street a bit from St. Paul’s.  I must admit that when I first arrived to help set up, I had one of those wow moments when I realized where I was and what I was doing.  To think,  me a kid from suburban New York, here organizing a poetry reading in the shadow of the magnificent and historic St Paul’s Cathedral.  But St Benet’s is also magnificent, with beautiful windows, old wooden pews, and a rather majestic golden eagle overseeing everything and everyone.

  But of course, most important of all was the writing that was shared.  There was a bit of fiction from Patricia Debney‘s beautiful novel, “Losing You.”  But mostly, poetry was read.  There were a few poets from the floor — always an eye-opener to see the great talent that drifts in, unknown. And then there were the bluechrome poets (either actually published or about to be before the great disappearance): Carolyn Oulton, Sue Rose, Leah Fritz,  Ruth O’Callaghan, Adele Ward, and me.  Sarah Salway and Joe Stein also came along to lend their support, and regards from ex-bluechromers around the country were read.  Many people thanked me for organizing this and I gratefully accepted their thanks.  But to be honest, this was no act of altruism.  I needed to do this for myself.  After all the hurt, worry and anger we all felt during what seems to have been an abandonment, I needed a way to stop and remember all the positives that also came out of my association with bluechrome.  After all, it was bluechrome that was the first to read my work, poetry and prose, and believe it was worth publishing.  It was bluechrome that introduced me to many of the writers I admire so much and am now lucky to call my friends.  It was bluechrome who allowed me to start believing in myself as a writer.  So I wish you well, Anthony, wherever you are.  I thank you for the good you did for me and am now, officially, letting go of the bad.  And I am from today, finally, moving on.