Poem: David Spittle

Illo for David Spittle's poem.

these are a few of my favourite things

a thumbprint fluffed & cast adrift on infinite summer’s paving
weary bee crawls drowsy on the baking stone, worms
curled like burnt lips, welded, unresolved like pasta
stuck on a still hot pan &
what can such death and dying mean to me?
inching fatigue of a sun-drunk bee,
fried shoelace of a former worm – liquorice living here
among friends & non-specific cruelty
David Spittle completed a PhD on the poetry of John Ashbery in relation to Surrealism at Newcastle University. He has published articles in PN Review, Versopolis – The European Review of Poetry, Books and Culture, and Shuddhashar. David’s poetry has been published in Blackbox Manifold, 3:AM Magazine, The Literateur, Datableed, Zarf, and has been translated into French by Black Herald Press. He has been twice shortlisted for the Melita Hume Prize (2015/2016) and was included in Best New British and Irish Poets 2016 (Eyewear Press). His first collection, All Particles and Waves, is forthcoming with Eyewear Press (October 2018). In addition to poetry, he has written the libretti to three operas, performed at various venues around Cardiff and at Hammersmith Studios in London. In 2014 David was commissioned to write a song cycle for the Bergen National Opera, since performed internationally. He blogs at http://themidnightmollusc.blogspot.co.uk.

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