Black ribbon
A Symbolist collection. 40 pages. Hardback. Black ribbon marker. The first printing was of 75, with 25 in Amethyst, 25 in Kingfisher and 25 in Forest cloth covers.
Pre-orders for this second printing of 100 in a Starfish cloth cover now being taken. Released end of April.
Readers say …
“Thank you so much for keeping language alive. If there is a magical world behind the ragged curtain, I’m sure its inhabitants shine bright every time you release new poetry, I know I do. “
“I love your poetry … the experience is enriching, thought provoking and stimulating. The poems that I don’t quite get leave me full of wonder - and I love wondering.”
“Not so much reading, maybe inhaling. The poems seem to live in the cracks between waking and dreaming.”
“Permanently roaming the desolate moors of love-in-death, love-in-terror, love-in-decay, without ever having recourse to the warming hearth. It was a cold afternoon anyway but I needed extra blankets. It reminded me of the Eve of St Agnes - the bone freezing cold of that poem and the way the human heart makes its presence felt not through the heat it transmits, but through the clammy aftermath of the condensation it leaves in its wake.”
“Thank you for the beautiful book, for your creativity and generosity.”
“I read this elegiac collection as a lack of agency. Never actually having, only ever having had. I wondered about the juxtaposition between the Creative Child poems and the present (which is already the past as you write it) and the layers of knowing backward glancing going on in a single collection. The omnibuses and Satan and Mr Splitfoot in his demob suit. The clerks and accountants and ledgers - the nostalgia, and the transactional notion that everything has its price.”
“I’m especially enjoying how the world in this piece moves between chronological points. Feels like the pomegranate seeds are well scattered over space/time.”
“I got lost in the pages, rereading as I went, completely absorbed. They have sat with me since, images and lines rolling in and out of my consciousness at random moments. I love how you conjure a dream world that messes with reality but somehow seems grounded and 'normal' even though it’s snapping all sorts of psychological and emotional synapses.”
A Symbolist collection. 40 pages. Hardback. Black ribbon marker. The first printing was of 75, with 25 in Amethyst, 25 in Kingfisher and 25 in Forest cloth covers.
Pre-orders for this second printing of 100 in a Starfish cloth cover now being taken. Released end of April.
Readers say …
“Thank you so much for keeping language alive. If there is a magical world behind the ragged curtain, I’m sure its inhabitants shine bright every time you release new poetry, I know I do. “
“I love your poetry … the experience is enriching, thought provoking and stimulating. The poems that I don’t quite get leave me full of wonder - and I love wondering.”
“Not so much reading, maybe inhaling. The poems seem to live in the cracks between waking and dreaming.”
“Permanently roaming the desolate moors of love-in-death, love-in-terror, love-in-decay, without ever having recourse to the warming hearth. It was a cold afternoon anyway but I needed extra blankets. It reminded me of the Eve of St Agnes - the bone freezing cold of that poem and the way the human heart makes its presence felt not through the heat it transmits, but through the clammy aftermath of the condensation it leaves in its wake.”
“Thank you for the beautiful book, for your creativity and generosity.”
“I read this elegiac collection as a lack of agency. Never actually having, only ever having had. I wondered about the juxtaposition between the Creative Child poems and the present (which is already the past as you write it) and the layers of knowing backward glancing going on in a single collection. The omnibuses and Satan and Mr Splitfoot in his demob suit. The clerks and accountants and ledgers - the nostalgia, and the transactional notion that everything has its price.”
“I’m especially enjoying how the world in this piece moves between chronological points. Feels like the pomegranate seeds are well scattered over space/time.”
“I got lost in the pages, rereading as I went, completely absorbed. They have sat with me since, images and lines rolling in and out of my consciousness at random moments. I love how you conjure a dream world that messes with reality but somehow seems grounded and 'normal' even though it’s snapping all sorts of psychological and emotional synapses.”
A Symbolist collection. 40 pages. Hardback. Black ribbon marker. The first printing was of 75, with 25 in Amethyst, 25 in Kingfisher and 25 in Forest cloth covers.
Pre-orders for this second printing of 100 in a Starfish cloth cover now being taken. Released end of April.
Readers say …
“Thank you so much for keeping language alive. If there is a magical world behind the ragged curtain, I’m sure its inhabitants shine bright every time you release new poetry, I know I do. “
“I love your poetry … the experience is enriching, thought provoking and stimulating. The poems that I don’t quite get leave me full of wonder - and I love wondering.”
“Not so much reading, maybe inhaling. The poems seem to live in the cracks between waking and dreaming.”
“Permanently roaming the desolate moors of love-in-death, love-in-terror, love-in-decay, without ever having recourse to the warming hearth. It was a cold afternoon anyway but I needed extra blankets. It reminded me of the Eve of St Agnes - the bone freezing cold of that poem and the way the human heart makes its presence felt not through the heat it transmits, but through the clammy aftermath of the condensation it leaves in its wake.”
“Thank you for the beautiful book, for your creativity and generosity.”
“I read this elegiac collection as a lack of agency. Never actually having, only ever having had. I wondered about the juxtaposition between the Creative Child poems and the present (which is already the past as you write it) and the layers of knowing backward glancing going on in a single collection. The omnibuses and Satan and Mr Splitfoot in his demob suit. The clerks and accountants and ledgers - the nostalgia, and the transactional notion that everything has its price.”
“I’m especially enjoying how the world in this piece moves between chronological points. Feels like the pomegranate seeds are well scattered over space/time.”
“I got lost in the pages, rereading as I went, completely absorbed. They have sat with me since, images and lines rolling in and out of my consciousness at random moments. I love how you conjure a dream world that messes with reality but somehow seems grounded and 'normal' even though it’s snapping all sorts of psychological and emotional synapses.”