01 Sam Tate and Rachel Long
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Dickens and Quips - Poetry Pod
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Welcome to the first ever episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Sam Tate on the show and I shall be reading from My Darling from the Lions by Rachel Long.
Find Sam at @samtatepoet on Facebook, Twitter and Insta
Rachel Long is @rachelnalong on Twitter. #
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
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Prompt for this week is "I dance in my own head" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Featured poems:
Night Vigil
I was a choir-girl. Real angel
-lightning-faced and giant for my age.
Mum let us stay up late
if we went with her to night vigil.
It started at midnight, a time too exciting to fathom.
How the minute and the hour stood to attention!
During Three Members' Prayer, my sister fell asleep
under a chair, so she never knew
how I sang. Or how I fell silent
when the evangelist with smiling eyes said in his pulpit voice
Here, child.
Had she woken, I would have told her, Sleep, sleep!
so she'd never know Smiling Eyes
also meant teeth,
or that he had blown candle for hands,
with which he led me down an incensed corridor,
and I followed.
by Rachel Long from My Darling from the Lions
Orion’s Belt
We sat in the pub,
surrounded by poets,
conjoined from hip to knee.
We walked, smiling,
swapping stories of
ridiculous siblings, giggling.
You showed me how
to spot Orion.
By his belt
and disco shoulders, you said.
Not sure if it was
invitation or starlight
in your eyes, I left.
On the train home,
Orion mocked me from his
celestial dance floor.
by Dee Dickens
A Little Closer to the Edge
Young enough to believe nothing
will change them, they step, hand-in-hand,
into the bomb crater. The night full
of black teeth. His faux Rolex, weeks
from shattering against her cheek, now dims
like a miniature moon behind her hair.
In this version the snake is headless — stilled
like a cord unraveled from the lovers’ ankles.
He lifts her white cotton skirt, revealing
another hour. His hand. His hands. The syllables
inside them. O father, O foreshadow, press
into her — as the field shreds itself
with cricket cries. Show me how ruin makes a home
out of hip bones. O mother,
O minutehand, teach me
how to hold a man the way thirst
holds water. Let every river envy
our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body
like a season. Where apples thunder
the earth with red hooves. & I am your son.
BYOCEAN VUONG
Poetry Foundation
Helios
You are yellow;
The colour of sunshine,
reflecting off the white of my skin.
It’s… blinding.
The sun shining,
finding the milky-way whites of my eyes.
The light was drawn
into the dark stone well
of my pupils –
and the colour is
muted.
What was block yellow,
bold and defiant against the darkness,
casting shadows
like an excorcist –
is, now, less.
The shade has become opaque;
I can see it,
blurring the factory settings
of my optical input.
I can see through it.
And I have to wonder
what palet the world would take
if you took away your filter.
Would my eyes sing out in monochrome?;
Could I ever grow to know
the pastel kiss of flowers?;
The violent strokes of neon?;
The duality of sky and sea,
as my feet softly dig
into the golden freckles
of the beach?
Or, would I be resigned to graphite?;
My sight surrendered
to the two-hundred and fifty-six shades of grey?
Along the left bone of my hip,
‘LOVE WINS’ is tattooed
in the colours of pride.
The yellow ‘E’ is fading;
slowly disappearing from my skin.
Tell me, will the colour ever stand out again?
By Sam Tate
Line that makes you go OOOOH!
"Girl, you're the blackest you ever might be in here"
From Communion by Rachel Long
Next week, How To Carry Fire by Christina Thatcher
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12.5 Announcement
Hello everyone. As is said in the announcement, I have been quite unwell over the last few weeks, so am going to take a rest and go on hiatus until the new year.
Thank you so much for all your support so far, I am grateful to each and every one of you.
Have a great December and I will see you all in January.
Make good choices, write great poetry.
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12 Hannah Edge Collection Release Special!
Welcome to the twelfth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have a Hannah Edge special on the show and I shall be reading from her upcoming collection Those Days, These Days along with a bit of Anne Sexton.
You can preorder Hannah's ebook here and I will update these show notes when the paperback is available for preorder too!
Find Hannah at
observeandmuse_ehjee on Insta
@edge_hannah on twitter
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "Football" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
11 Connor Sansby and Hannah Lowe
Welcome to the eleventh episode of Dickens and Quips!
It is a bumper episode this week with some juicy language but it is well worth listening to us go down some amazing poetry rabbit holes.
This week we have Whisky and Beards own Connor Sansby on the show and I shall be reading from Chick by Hannah Lowe
Find Connor at Connor Sansby Wordstuff on Facebook
@whiskybeards on Insta
@whiskybeards on Twitter
Whisky and Beards Publishing on Facebook
Hannah Lowe can be found here
And on twitter @hannahlowepoet
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "all bears are gud boisl" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Featured collections:
Chick by Hannah Lowe
So You Want To Be a Writer by Charles Bukowski
10 Seterah Ebrahimi and Carrie Etter
Welcome to the tenth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Seterah Ebrahimi on the show and I shall be reading from Imagined Sons by Carrie Etter
You can buy Seterah's pamphlet In My Arms here
You can buy Carrie Etter's Imagined Sons here
Carrie Etter can be found here twitter.com/carrie_etter
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "I wait and wonder" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Featured collections/poems:
Imagined Sons by Carrie Etter
Skeleton by Rosemary McLeish
Line that makes you go OOOOOH!
Imagined Sons 29: The Friend (Part 4)
“I press my lips to each letter of his name”
09 Dervla O'Brien and Joe Thomas
Welcome to the ninth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Dervla O'Brien on the show and I shall be reading from Cake, Liberty and Other Inexplicable Phenomena by Joe Thomas
Find Dervla at
DervlaOBrien on Insta
DervlaOBrien on Twitter
The festival she was talking about is accepting proposals here
Joe Thomas can be found @Joefishthomas on twitter and insta and Joe Thomas Writer on Facebook
You can buy his book Here
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "sticky floors" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Thank you to Roger Waldron for your poem this week.
Invite
inviting me round
to talk overyour
world beating veggie lasagna
you apologise for the kitchen
carefuldon’t stick to the floor
we talk about
being married
that B&B in Scarborough
where they askedif we wanted
dessertwhich turned out
to be Pears in sticky Rice Pudding
you asked
if we’d ever be a pair
againyou asked if I would like
puddingaftersetc
I declined all 3careful not to stick
to your floorwondering
what makesyou think like that
Featured poets:
Paige Lewis
Sarah Kay