A belated HAPPY PUB DAY to the brilliant @pollyrowena.bsky.social!
We have a handful of this beauty, signed with special wee frog drawings left, pop in for a copy of #EmergencyDream or order one here:
lighthousebookshop.com/book/9781781...
Slim poetry collection emergency dream with bright green block for title with pairing of pine tree above it, propped upright in front of sea and beach
Published today! #EmergencyDream out now. Catch it at your local bookshop or there are unlimited signed copies through @samreadbookseller.bsky.social or I believe there are a few @lighthousebks.bsky.social.
I've updates my website with details of my TWO books - yes that's TWO books - out this year:
1. My 3rd poetry collection #EmergencyDream out with @serenbooks.bsky.social March 16th
2. #SwimmingTheSeasons: A freshwater Almanac, out with @saraband-books.bsky.social May 7th
#BookSky #BookNews
close up of snow drop in clutch of snowdrops, in low light, dark behind, but the front ones have a little weak sunlight on them, and are just beginning to open.
Inclement Weather for Immortal Hags February comes in on a storm, wind shaking the roof to its rotten core, slates chattering. We are spare teeth compacted in its jaw like enchanted sleepers. Trees tapping at our panes with fingerbones loaned from the dead, infecting our fractured dreams. Everything screaming. All gale, no owl. No one could rest through a night like this. The day rises up like a flood, inevitable. My ancestors shudder in my skin. We go out not because the day is better, but because the nights are worse. We go out to move our blood. We meet three deer on the common. We see a giant raven carrying sticks in their beak. At the top of our tiny world, a weak sun blinks through cloud. The lightning rod of the white birch I tied a red thread round on this same day in an antique era watching suspiciously with its many eyes. The thread – a spell against loss, a plea for mercy from the perilous realm – frays into a sleety wind. Next year it will vanish entirely. I won’t notice for months. It’s not raining or snowing. It’s not fine either. The lake slate grey like a roof or wall that would shut any mortal out. Is it winter enough for an end to winter? We declare inclement weather for immortal hags. Aged as we have, a thousand years in the turbulent dark, my crone shadow on top of me now. We have one foot in this place and one in another and something is dragging at both of our hands. I want to go home. I want to sleep through. I want the cave and the torpor. I want to take all these layers off and lie skin bared to a parallel sky. Do immortal hags feel their feelings? I’m feeling all mine. We have left an offering of our sadness, our small despairs poor fuel for her fire.
An imbolc poem from #EmergencyDream. I wish you inclement weather for immortal hags today. I wish you fuel enough for your fire but less need for it. I wish you an early and thorough thaw. Melted ice. A new season of hope blooming. Spring spring spring spring spring. #Imbolc #BrigidsDay #Cailleach
Come along on the 17th from wherever you are. Sign up to read in the open mic now! #EmergencyDream #BookLaunch #PoetSky #BookSky #NatureWriting
Hwaet! Prepare yourselves to enter the shifting landscape of #EmergencyDream. When it started forming itself into the kernel of a book and when I 1st pitched it to @serenbooks.bsky.social in March 2023 I was v much hoping the active emergencies would be less active by the time it came out, but no.
My reflections on last year including a sneaky little hint of my forthcoming @saraband-books.bsky.social 'in the moment' book #SwimmingTheSeasons here and my forthcoming @serenbooks.bsky.social poetry collection #EmergencyDream - both seasonal, both with lashings of #LakeLight and wagtails.
