Category Archives: Poetry

BREXIT

Why
Does this smell like 1914?
Whispered breeze shakes sullen leaves
Fruit ripens, bursts
Powdered bees dance still to the sun.
But what is that on the east wind
Drums?

Welshpool Poetry Festival

Bragging rights for Gillian Clarke here as she appeared on the same bill as me. I was also host and compere at two Poetry Sessions at the Talbot Inn during the same weekend.poster_saturday_lx

Erbacce

erbacceBUGGERING BOLLOCKS II. There’s a Martin Evans of Powys, Wales on the Erbacce long short-list. 100 out of 8,000 entries. Powys isn’t that big a county. I feel I ought to know him.

Numbers

A film-poem. Numbers stations, broadcasting on shortwave frequencies around the world were largely believed to be the work of cold war spy agencies. Today, they have all but stopped. This one, broadcasting in Welsh is an exception.

This film has just been accepted for screening at the Liberated Words “Utopia/Dystopia” event at Bath Fringe Festival in June.

Wenlock Poetry Festival

Yay!* Great weekend at Wenlock Poetry Festival. And the autographed busk sheet worth as much as 48p more now it has me on it. The busk event skilfully and agreeably hosted in its sub-antarcticity** by Liz Lefroy
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* Yay – A new word for me and one which I’m gong to overuse for a while as I like its succinctness.
** It was sodding freezing.

Nantwich Poetry Slam

Brilliant slam at Nantwich on Sunday. And a worthy winner in Calum Dwyer – he ticked all the boxes and was always going to win. Full house, great poems and vocal audience. The venue and particularly the sound and video set up were especially good. I’m glad I didn’t enter now – against this chap I could only hope for 2nd.

Calum Dwyer winner of Nantwich Poetry Slam

 

Voicebox

Martin Evans reading at Voicebox open mic in WrexhamReading three poems themed around the aging process to a load of university kids at Voicebox, Wrexham (12th Oct 2015).  Our usual mixed age audience had deserted us and I have to put this one down as a practice run. Wretched photo too – obscured as I am by the mic.

 

Open mics

A few pics from recent open-mics.  I won the inaugural Starkadder poetry slam on a rowdy night in Welshpool – despite some shoddy timekeeping. Prize of a “Brian” (green plastic snail) awarded by Aunt Ada Doom herself.  If I look blurred in some of the pics it’s because the beer at Bistro 7 is very strong.   One other picture is from Voicebox at UnDegUn in Wrexham.  Great night.