high up in the hills somewhere
bleak undulating grass and rocks
pissing by a dry stone wall in freezing rain
BLUE FRED PRESS was created in November 2004 while I was having a breakdown.
These two facts may be no more connected than my birth predating Wholly Communion by only a few months, but I wouldn't like
to dismiss anything too definitively. The first production was a print magazine, BLUE FREDERICK, which ran for two issues
and cost a small fortune to produce (friends like Bryn Fortey had warned me magazine publishing was expensive, but I didn't
really believe them, arrogant fool that I am). To reduce the budget I took out half the pages and half the poets after issue
2 and published a slimline version of the magazine called BLUE FRED'S KITCHEN. This also ran for two issues. Some people were
extremely generous with their support, particularly Chris Torrance and Dave Church, who sent cash to help prop the magazine
up, but it still died. There are a lot of poets out there, but very few poetry readers--at least in the little magazine community.
At the suggestion of THIEVE'S JARGON editor Matt DiGangi--the only editor
ever to reject my work well enough for me to still like him afterwards--I transferred all Blue Fred operations to the internet
half way through 2005. I now have three sites (if you don't count this one). Who knows how far the Empire of Fred will spread?