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- Herausgeber: The Poetry Business
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
In these rich and witty poems, we encounter a gallery of characters, voices and situations in various stages of emotional undress and bewilderment, fretting at just the wrong distance from reality in railway stations, ferries, restaurants, war zones and watery dystopias. They are filmic pieces that announce the arrival of an unusually gifted poet, in a short collection much bigger than its size – entertaining, disturbing and despite the odds curiously life-affirming. Here, the poet makes the seemingly mundane scenes and interactions extraordinary, with stunning language and unforgettable images. Whether the poet talks about 'My cousin with the sensitive ears / winces as he unbuckles his memory / listens to wallpaper peeling' or a Nativity play where 'Straw lies about as if someone has detonated a scarecrow', the poet showcases remarkable skills in exploring deep, human relationships. – Romalyn Ante, co-judge of the International Book & Pamphlet Competition
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Published 2023 by
Smith|Doorstop Books
The Poetry Business
Campo House,
54 Campo Lane,
Sheffield S1 2EG
Copyright © Jon Miller
All Rights Reserved
ISBN 978-1-914914-39-3
ePub ISBN 978-1-914914-40-9
Typeset by Utter
Printed by People for Print
Smith|Doorstop Books are a member of Inpress:
www.inpressbooks.co.uk
Distributed by NBN International, 1 Deltic Avenue,
Rooksley, Milton Keynes MK13 8LD
The Poetry Business gratefully acknowledges the support of Arts Council England.
Contents
Eyes
Sound Barrier
Figures in a Landscape
Entomology
Shuggie
A Greek Chorus at the Close of the Tourist Season
Nativity
Mayday
Othello
Retail Park
Lost Child
The Nurses
Sir Francis Beaufort Refreshes the Page
Zorillo (Skunk Song)
One Day I’m Gonna Take the Kids to Disneyworld
They Made A Crime Series Here
Marseille, it was winter
Sniper
Memory Moth
The Moon is Moving Away from the Earth at 3.78 Centimetres A Year
As a Child She Played With Her Hands, Her Only Pets
Left Alone It Will Spin
This Way to the Observation Lounge
Acknowledgements
for my family
with love
Eyes
That morning on the beach the first man
to swim round the world arrived back.
No-one was there to greet him – all those
who had waved him off had died, News at Ten,
social media algorithms had all got bored
and moved on and anyway it was assumed
he had drowned in the Sargasso Sea.
Which was a shame because he rode in
on the backs of dolphins, manta rays as
outriders, pale, smooth-skinned, hairless,
having re-grown gills and webbed feet,
barnacles, anemones and bladderwrack
hanging from his back so that when he slopped
unsteadily through the streets of the town
under midnight stars it was as if some creature
from a B movie had come ashore and
that’s when the screams began and spread
from house to house and out they came
with flaming torches, billhooks and pitchforks
and drove him back down to the harbour
and into the sea where you can see him
to this day, eyes on the water line but
you will have to imagine his sadness
because like all sea creatures he cannot weep.
Sound Barrier
My cousin with the sensitive ears
winces as he unbuckles his memory
listens to wallpaper peeling
from his childhood home
hears the aftermath of bats
