Monthly Archives: November 2018

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Gillian Prew

The Wombwell Rainbow

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews

I am honoured and privileged that the following writers local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers two options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger.
The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some surprises too. Some of these poets you may know, others may be new to you. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.

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Gillian Prew

Born Stirling, Scotland in 1966, Gillian Prew studied Philosophy at the University of Glasgow from 1984 to 1988.

Her chapbook, Disconnections, can be purchased from erbacce-press (2011) and another chapbook, In the Broken Things, published by Virgogray Press (2011). Her collection, Throats Full of Graves, has been published in 2013 by Lapwing Publications. A further collection, A Wound’s Sound, was released from Oneiros Books in…

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Carrion Song for Major Tom by Bob Beagrie

Proletarian Poetry

post modernPost-modernists are smug bastards. They sit on their upside down, inside out sofas opining about how terrible things still are, with that ‘I told you so. Now come here, put this bandage round your bloodied head and get in the car, I’ll take you to a therapist.’ Enlightenment chaps, such as the voluminously silver-haired Steven Pinker, all ivory-towered up to in his corduroy trousers and leather padded elbows, will say, ‘hold on a minute, we are a much less violent society than we were. Yes, there was the First World War, the Holocaust, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Cambodia, Rwanda, Syria, the Yemen, blah-di-blah, but in modern day developed countries, things have never been so peaceful.’

Are we regressing or progressing? This is the existential question of our hyper-modern times. How best are the world’s problems solved, in a time when the post-modern chaos-loving theorists can draw on…

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Red Bank by David Annwn: A Review

Elliptical Movements

Red BankRed Bank, David Annwn, 2018, Knives Forks and Spoons, ISBN: 9781912211197, £7.00

David Annwn’s latest book is a study in the mind’s ability to hold multiple heres and nows simultaneously. Specifically, the poems in Red Bank bring together late 1960s Beatles, the Battle of Red Bank in the English Civil War, 1970s Lancashire and the now of their composition in a set of three interlocking sequences that are mutually illuminating.

Each sequence centres around one or two Beatles’ songs; in the opening section, Red Bank, the songs are ‘Penny Lane’ and ‘Golden Slumbers’, the first drawing on Bach’s early 18th century 2nd Brandenburg Concerto, the second on Thomas Dekker’s early 17th century ‘Cradle Song’, the two bracketing the mid-17th century titular battle.

‘Penny Lane’ is a song of community located in the ideal world of 1960s optimism. It represents the home to which the singer…

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Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Sonja Benskin Mesher

The Wombwell Rainbow

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews

I am honoured and privileged that the following poets, local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers two options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger.
The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some surprises too. Some of these poets you may know, others may be new to you. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.

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Sonja Benskin Mesher

Sonja lives in Dolgellau, North Wales. She is an Academician of the Royal Cambrian Academy. And has worked full-time as an artist since 1999. She explores different ways to communicate thoughts and concerns.

The Interview

by no means finished; let the conversation continue…..
1. What were the circumstances under which you began to write poetry?

i  was asked to support a blog site and the response…

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Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Bob Beagrie

The Wombwell Rainbow

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews

I am honoured and privileged that the following poets, local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers two options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger.
The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some surprises too. Some of these poets you may know, others may be new to you. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.

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Bob Beagrie

According to Amazon ” is a poet, playwright and senior lecturer in creative writing at Teesside University. He has performed at numerous festivals and venues nationally and internationally. As well as collaborating with musicians he has also worked closely with visual artists on public artworks and with theatre company Three Over Eden. He is co director of Ek Zuban Press, a independent publishing house which produces Kenaz…

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The Nalin Clog Carpenter, by Karen Downs-Barton

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Hewn from sandalwood logs, balsam-scented,
your stately hammam slippers form letter
Kha’s; tack sighs beneath the sole of fettered
feet. Curved prows cleave deliquescent sudded

spume of captive dreams sloughed on salted wash-
tides as you navigate marbled oceans.
Carved aromatic woods, warm to the touch,
fashion decks like outstretched palms incised with

tendril poems in calligraphic script
imprints temporary tattoos between us.
My rewards are thoughts of pliant skin pressed
in hidden caresses, sweat bathed, silvered

with estuaries under silk pestemal
worn as you perform bathing rituals.

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Cracks between, by Karen Downs-Barton

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Adjoining tables
The French temptress laughs, smokes, flirts.
My wife’s eyes burn.

it was / in-between / the cracks that / cracks started / appearing // fissures between / one thing / and / another // but // all the same / thing // so many days / and holidays / that / blended // unless differences were / highlighted // but then / perhaps / they

were just / differences / to others / or my / in / differences // the end / less / ness

I learned to / take / in small doses / or / not at all // it ended / in the almost / finality / of wrists / double underlined // freedom //

New convertible.
Skirt flutters, hair ruffles. Smile.
City commando.

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red, by Pascal Vine

I am not a silent poet

For Shuggie

i made you a small shrine of red things.

original flavour lucozade, fiery roses from kenya you might’ve thought a waste,  a card with hearts on it you would’ve hated, a single cigarette with a tan end;

it was not enough.

i swept burning red leaves to the spot where you had cardiac arrest, now lined with flowers and well wishes in the daylight. people stop to read them all day long, people who might’ve have avoided you in your big issue jacket, people you would’ve been pissed at even if you were pissed af.

the space needed to be red so people knew something had happened and it was empty and it was wrong. I dug out a single copper coin. someone in a crimson anorak held me from behind. i bashed my pallid fist into the pavement until it grazed.

because it was red on that…

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