Mark Fiddes

@fiddes.bsky.social

Poet and creative director. '*Other Saints Are Available' (Live Canon), 'The Rainbow Factory' + 'The Chelsea Flower Show Massacre' (Templar). Dubai, Barcelona, London and unmapped places in between. https://markfiddes.com/

Review of last night’s Hotel Petroleum launch @poetrysociety.org.uk

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕪 𝕆𝕨𝕖𝕟@markantonyowen.com · last mo.

There was @victoriaspires.bsky.social, taking us down various rabbit holes with her fresh and distinctive voice, @betarish.bsky.social with poems that raised smiles and won the room, and of course, @fiddes.bsky.social, whose poetry just undoes me with its brilliant imagery and perfectly hewn lines.

Some seasonal adjustments It must be springtimebecause the fumigator in his operatic maskhas returned to the ornamental lake. He trails silver cloudsalong the shoreline to kill the tiger mosquitoswho come back hungrier every year. Out here, something happens in your blood.You lose your sense of…

Some seasonal adjustments

It must be springtimebecause the fumigator in his operatic maskhas returned to the ornamental lake. He trails silver cloudsalong the shoreline to kill the tiger mosquitoswho come back hungrier every year. Out here, something happens in your blood.You lose your sense of Winter and gratitudefor the carnal smell of ditches. From your slippery rock in the Atlantic…

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Year of the Crayfish After that, they started eating everythingin the name of God or rights or self-determinationor the sanctity of their eggs.They repeated the story on TV news with a mapcharting the key waterways and obstructions.You could see the concrete rimed on their lips,and fragments of…

Year of the Crayfish

After that, they started eating everythingin the name of God or rights or self-determinationor the sanctity of their eggs.They repeated the story on TV news with a mapcharting the key waterways and obstructions.You could see the concrete rimed on their lips,and fragments of glass crusted along their hairlines.“Go with the Flow,”they said like it was a slogan.

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