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Cardiff Poetry Festival: The Wrong Side of the Looking Glass

Hosted by Parthian Books Editor and poet Susie Wild, we see Natalie Ann Holborow and Mari Ellis Dunning stir together myth, legend, fairytale and iconic female characters to cast a book-length spell and bewitch, as well as beguile, the reader. With intelligence and imagination they question stereotypes, delve into archetypes, and dissect what we think we know, transmuting old stories, through gorgeous language and idiosyncratic imagery, into new and startling tales, in 'The Wrong Side of the Looking Glass'. Tickets: http://bit.ly/SCPFEV7

Listen: 'It's 4:30 in the afternoon again, dear' on The Cardiff Review

You can now listen to the audio of my poem 'It's 4:30 in the afternoon again, dear' from my forthcoming new poetry collection Windfalls on The Cardiff Review's SoundCloud 

Pants on Fire – Kim Addonizio

Hello lovelies! I hope you are keeping well. I'm prepping to record a reading and Q&A with students about my forthcoming book Windfalls and my writing process. I recently enjoyed seeing Kim Addonizio read at an online event for Cheltenham Poetry Festival and I have been revisiting her work. This chimed with me:

‘AS A WRITER occasionally tarred with the brush of being a “confessional poet,” feathered with disdain and once even tied to a maypole by roving bands of critics, I’d like to reveal a few transgressions to you here and now. I hope you will forgive me. I can’t seem to stop telling you everything about me in the lineated memoir of my life. This may be because I’m a woman, which means I am an emotional land mine waiting to be stepped on, a weeping, oversharing harpy whose inner weather fluctuates wildly. And women, as everyone knows, often lack that quality of imagination men have in such abundance.

‘In any case, I clearly have an inordinate, some might say excessive, need to kneel in a small dark space, separated from you by a little mesh screen, and reveal to you my impure thoughts and the number of times I dishonoured my parents or coveted my neighbour’s donkey. And now I must tell you how many times I have been guilty of lying my head off in my poems and just plain making shit up. Although I hope you will see that I have also told the God’s honest truth on occasion, because a writer must tell the truth at least some of the time, or who would ever want to listen to her bullshit?' 
– Kim Addonizio, 'Pants on Fire', Bukowski in a Sundress

Poetry Wales: How I Write a Poem / Susie Wild

Poetry Wales asked me how I write a poem and I sent them a poem in response, which you can listen to and read on their website. It is called 'I Run'

Happy New Year & A New Poem up on The Cardiff Review

 

Hello Lovelies,

I hope you have had a lovely festive break! Here's a new poem from me, up on The Cardiff Review today!

It is 4:30 in the afternoon again, dear

Much 2021 sparkle to you all,

Susie Q x

The new year is on fire. It sparks and it blazes.

Ink Sweat & Tears 12 Days of Christmas: Brockley Cross

Merry Festive to you all! 

Here’s my Poundshop Dec 25th poem based on my first Xmas with the first man I lived with in our first tiny London flat aged 21 ish. We played a lot of travel chess.

Brockley CrossRemember when life was at a crossroads? /How Christmas filled our window from October /to February, its tinsel-bright, streetlight level gaze. /
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Lettuce Crisis: 'Waste, Not Want'

 It feels appropriate to share this poem from my first collection Better Houses today...

Live from The Butchery 13 December 2020

Just to let you know that I'll be reading a couple of wintery / festive poems at the 12 Days of Christmas Ink Sweat and Tears event a week tomorrow... if you've missed my voice / face. Do come!

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Darlings I have some news.... WINDFALLS by Susie Wild, ou...

Darlings I have some news.... WINDFALLS by Susie Wild, out 1 May 2021



Windfall:1 : something (such as a tree or fruit) blown down by the wind2 : an unexpected, unearned, or sudden gain or advantageIt is the night my driver’s door opensat the traffic-jam-junction, the stalledred lights. The click as the door in front unlocks. His suddenlunge forward, the fast words, a swung fist at the other driver,caught cold, and I watch––From ‘In this battle, there won’t be many hugs’, 2nd prize winner in the Welshpool Poetry Festival Competition 2020Wild writes of fruit blown down by the wind and of unexpected and unearned gains and advantages. Here flying trampolines disrupt the trains, apples carpet gardens, the red moon sinks, lightning strikes, crows take cover and a murmuration of starlings falls from the Ynys Môn sky. In a city of ups and downs the Handkerchief Tree rare-blooms, fists and knickers are flung, crestfallen angels consider dates, carnivores go hungry, wedding vows are made and a pandemic honeymoon is cancelled. Wild continues to bring us her refreshingly slant world view, whether unpicking the domestic, the political or the environmental.Susie Wild is author of the poetry collection Better Houses, the short story collection The Art of Contraception listed for the Edge Hill Prize, and the novella Arrivals. Her work has recently featured in Carol Ann Duffy’s pandemic project Write Where We Are Now, The Atlanta Review, Ink Sweat & Tears and Poetry Wales. She placed second in the Welshpool Poetry Festival Competition 2020, was highly commended in the Prole Laureate Prize 2020, was shortlisted for an Ink Sweat & Tears Pick of the Month 2020 and longlisted in the Mslexia Women’s Poetry Competition 2018. Wild has an MA in Creative Writing from Swansea University and an MA in Journalism from Goldsmiths. She has performed her poems at Glastonbury Festival, Hay Festival, the Green Man Festival and more. Born in London, she lives in a Cardiff.Praise for BETTER HOUSES:'These poems are spells whose words bewitch the ordinary and transform the objects and routines of our human world with their word-magic.' – Gillian Clarke‘Susie Wild writes with poise and precision about the places we inhabit, casting a benevolent spell over her reader.’ – Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch‘a new, highly distinctive and exciting poetic voice.’ – Jonathan Edwards, Ink Sweat & Tears'reels gorgeously from a restaurant to the seashore to the night sky.' – Elizabeth Edwards, Planet International'Poems carefully built to be inhabited.' – Cynan Jones‘an exciting and assured poetic debut.' – Matthew Francis