A day at the poetry

The Cley Little Festival of Poetry, in my experience, circles around the village of Cley but doesn’t settle there, ranging between Sheringham and Wiveton along the coast road. They very generously invite me to suggest themes, poets etc., from time to time and...

March 9th 2011 – AN APOLOGY

Dear Subscriber, We have had a serious computer glitch at The Rialto. This means that: Some of you haven’t yet received copies of No 71. We are finding out who you are and will send copies as soon as possible. Subscription Renewal notices were sent out in some...

Festival of nature writing

There was an event in North Norfolk last weekend of such significance that I’m unsure whether to write about it or stay silent. You know how it is when you stumble down a track, a path that’s barely marked, into a small valley, a bay where the apples and...

At The Rialto – Late September

Please come and meet Nathan and Michael at The Troubadour in Old Brompton Road (London SW6 9JA, just up the road from West Brompton tube, or via buses Nos 74, C1 430) on Monday October 4th at 8 p.m. There’s a Rialto reading, part of our ongoing 25th Jubilee. The...

August News

I’m sipping a McDonald’s Hot Chocolate (maybe it’s properly called ‘McChocco TM’ or somesuch (no I checked the website it’s just Hot Chocolate, Regular or Large)) up in the sky at the top of Norwich’s Chapelfield Shopping...

From The Editor

The Editor is back from two weeks holiday in Italy. We watched spectacular sunsets over the Sibylline mountains, endured a huge electric storm, a day and night of torrential (that’s the word) rain, another day of dark cloud cover (the oft mentioned blanket of...

No 69

The new The Rialto (No. 69) has gone to be printed. If all goes well (I’m always in full anxiety mode at this stage imagining catastrophes – why not the opposite?) this should prove to be a particularly startling and intriguing issue. It is scheduled to be ready...

From the Editor – Issue 64

‘The Mandate’ by Joel Lane THE MANDATE As the first ripple of the crowd’s laughter struck the air like a window breaking to let in a fresh autumn breeze, the Emperor lifted a bare arm and slowly wiped away a tear. ‘Oh child,’ he said gently, ‘if only you knew how much...