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These poems tell the story of a friendship that lasted for more than forty years. It began at school, before the author and ‘A’ were teenagers and ended with the untimely death of ‘A’.
Told with both affection and anger, it celebrates and memorialises the life of a brilliant, eccentric, self-contradictory individual. You can get hold of a copy of Smithereens directly from us by paying below using PayPal or a Credit or Debit card: £7.49 £5.99 + £1.50 p&p Please make sure to supply your address via the payment method or via our Contact details. |
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As the world waited to emerge onto the other side of the COVID-19 pandemic and lockdowns lengthened, the desire for new forms of normality became increasingly urgent. But what might we find on the other side?
Inspired by this urge to be 'on the other side', the Wharfedale Poets ask: How do we relate to the other side of a political divide? How can we know the person on the other side of the window? How are we changed at the other side of a journey? What waits on the other side of death? These questions and many others are posed by the Wharfedale Poets. Meet them - on the other side. You can get hold of a copy of On the Other Side directly from us by paying below using PayPal or a Credit or Debit card: £7.50 £6.00 + £1.50 p&p Please make sure to supply your address via the payment method or via our Contact details. |
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These poems were selected for Irish journal The Blue Nib’s chapbook competition by leading British poet, Helen Mort. Alongside poems by Mike Farren is the work of the other two selected poets, Pat Anthony and Sharon Flynn.
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The Moon has been an endless source of fascination for humanity and especially for poets. It has always been more than just a satellite but in these poems, Mike Farren sees it as a clown, an art object, a wedding dance, a Brexit enthusiast – and many other things!
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In Music and Milestones, The Wharfedale Poets present poems inspired my some of their ‘desert island discs’ and other pieces marking the milestones of life.
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Ings Poetry published its first book in 2017. Sunlight, Shadow and Sin was produced on behalf of Wharfedale Poets. The group gave a performance at the 2016 Ilkley Literature Festival Fringe, with the seven members taking the Seven Deadly Sins of Christian theology as a theme for the show. The performance was a great success, so the anthology was structured in the same way, with a dedicated section on the ‘Sins’ before a selection of our other work.
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The second Ings Poetry publication, Un/forced Rhubarb, is published on behalf of Rhubarb Open Mic, and features poetry and fiction from the people behind the event and its headliners 2016-7.
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If he really existed, I’d not dream of pouring out the stream of bile I aim
at the small slot of face I can make out, disembodied in his rear view mirror.
- Road Rage