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John Barron – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. The following poems are taken from. John’s pamphlet,. To purchase this pamphlet direct from. Tall Lighthouse, click here. That picture, Degas dancers,. You never noticed or removed. Or spiders’ webs in a high corner. Of the kitchen, a woodlouse carcase. The low, steady fluorescence. Of the steelworks in January darkness,.

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Zoe Walkington – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. A Christmas Visit From Knight Ruprecht. He clawed and brawled and scratched down the chimney. Spat tobacco tar in a gob on the floor,. Where he landed drenched in a donkey’s skin,. To scare away the aches. A foetid fox grease seeped from his bones. While he half lived, half died. On the rug on the living room hearth. Your ...

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Marion New – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. The first poem here, ‘Greenmoor’, was published in The North,. Issue 50, and was a prizewinner in the ‘Sheffield Category’ of the Poetry Business Pamphlet Competition, 2012, judged by Simon Armitage. Across the eyebrow of the horizon. Cut stones are scattered. Under a body of winter burnt heather. A god sky: February sun.

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Publications – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. My first pamphlet,. Breathing Through Our Bones,. Was a winner in The Poetry Business 2011 Book and Pamphlet Competition, chosen by Carol Ann Duffy. To purchase this pamphlet direct from The Poetry Business, please click here. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). The Great Foggin...

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Journey – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. This poem won the Yorkshire Prize in the York Open Poetry Competition, 2012, judged by Neil Rollinson. The first man who sat next to me was a bear,. Thick fur, sour breath, paws like ski gloves. Said he was having a tough ride at work. Fleas played hopscotch on the back of his neck. A hundred thumb nail photos appeared.

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Bronwen Barber – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. This poem was joint 3rd in Sheffield Hallam’s. Connections in High Places. Green Moor, South Yorkshire. On this isle in the sky. An etched steel disk anchors me to Earth. Through it I see long distance, where. I am A point in time and space. To the west, sounding like those big-boned,. Big-bosomed nanas of my childhood,.

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Sue Riley – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. The poem, ‘Refugee’, was highly commended by the judge, Helen Mort, in the Sticky Bun Writers’ Competition, 2013. The Refugee, oak sculpture by. Ernst Barlach, 1920. This is what’s left of a man, body turned. To hardwood, in his dragging coat. The grain and heft of sturdy oak. Smells of resin and leaves rotting in rain.

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Poems – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. Click on the following links to read some of my recent poems:. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Some d...

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Audio – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. Recorded at The Red Deer, Sheffield, January 2014. The following two poems were recorded on location in Sheffield, June 2012, following the. Workshop led by Matthew Clegg and Brian Lewis from Longbarrow Press. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Some ...

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Biography – Julie Mellor – poet

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Julie Mellor – poet. Here in these towns where everyone is someone's cousin twice removed, we are all breathing through our bones. Breathing Through Our Bones. A Pint For The Landlord. Breathing Through Our Bones. Published in 2012, was a winner in the Poetry Business pamphlet competition. ‘. Poems with a real ability to own their subject – whether spontaneous combustion or the collective thought of geese – and which remain to intrigue long after reading’. 8211; Carol Ann Duffy. No 64, Feb. 2017. Enter y...