This is the cover for Inventing truth. The wishbone image is drawn from a poem in the collection and reflects the tenuous, forking routes that hopes take through lives.
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"Matthew Stewart is a poet of consolidation, truth, and freshness, with a mastertful sense of economy. His poems matter, and his first collection has been too long in coming. These poems have the rare quality of resonating a long way beyond their modest physical limits."
I live between Extremadura, Spain, and West Sussex, England. Full collection, The Knives of Villalejo, with Eyewear Publishing. Two pamphlets, both now sold out, with HappenStance Press. You can get in touch with me via e-mail: matthstew@gmail.com.
Rajani Radhakrishnan’s moving, intense No Way Home tells us what to expect
from its opening ‘Prologue’ poem, sub-titled ‘the poet as storyteller’: It
is su...
The error that Richard Dawkins made in The Selfish Gene and has continued
to make over the 50 years since it was first published, is an error of
poetry. ...
A cherry blossom holds rich imagery. It signals spring and hope that a rich
fruit is to follow. It can signal the ephemeral as the blossom itself marks
a t...
At first glance, this doesn’t look like an exceptional collection. Its
frontage is minimalist of a conventional kind: lower case, scant
punctuation, plain ...
Quiet days. Not much coming in or going out (the lady at the post office
today says she’s missed me, and I’m looking thin). But we had a terrific
party f...
*“Human skin, of course”.*
Just to clarify: this is a book published in several formats, and the
hardback came out from Little, Brown & Co in 2013. But ...
The Wombwell Rainbow is putting out a call for unpublished poems and short
prose on your local neglected water courses. What history, geology,
industry has...
Spleen Pluviôse, irrité contre la ville entière, De son urne à grands flots
verse un froid ténébreux Aux pâles habitants du voisin cimetière Et la
mortalit...
I’ve always found the summer to be the only season in which I struggle to
write poetry. Of course, an extraordinary heatwave like the current
all-but-unbea...
I recently went to an exhibition of work by first year art students. Some
brave work, and several pieces I'd happily hang on my wall. I recalled that
I'v...
Here’s something I wrote around that time, beautifully performed by the
amazing actor Nichole Bird for Live Canon Poetry (it was shortlisted in
their open ...
I have two reading dates coming up in the next couple of weeks as follows:
Firstly, on Thursday, 25th June @ 7.30pm I’m looking forward to reading
poems wi...
… and I don’t mean Declan Rice, of Arsenal and England. I don’t forget him
because I have a football sticker of him on my phone case. No, I mean
risotto ...
Happy Fathers day to all who celebrate. It’s done. I have completed
running. Yesterday saw me tick off the last stage (I think) of my midlife
crisis (sort ...
I counteach step, each breath, each pull, or lift, or hold;I countin sets
of twoor four, of five or eight or ten.Quantifying movement,we measure the
time c...
In the six years I have been writing reviews, I have rarely encountered a
collection of such epic ambition as Hadley-Jones Hoyles’ A Ministry of
Light (The...
I am delighted to introduce our June guest poet Ian Seed. We met on a
writing course where Ian was the guest reader on the 9th of December 2019.
I know the...
Tulips in Cwmdonkin Park, Swansea
14 May is #dylanday, a day to remember Dylan Thomas. I am posting this as
part of a Facebook celebration initiated by...
Two fairly different haiku of mine, both published by Tinywords over the
last few days. I consider myself blessed with good fortune! That sort of
thing doe...
I am proud to share news of the publication of a lyric essay that I have
co-authored with my colleague and friend Patricia Debney (also a survivor
of child...
I am proud to share news of the publication of a lyric essay that I have
co-authored with my colleague and friend Patricia Debney (also a survivor
of child...
Wow! It's been a while since I've posted in here!
In this modern age of Substacks, Bluesky, Insta ect etc the humble blog
seems incredibly retro. I s...
My blog has been rather neglected of late, in part because of my low energy
levels, followed by cataract surgery and then a nasty chest infection, but
I am...
We’ve been away for a holiday – and a good rest after a turbulent time in
the last eighteen months, and on our way home, I achieved a life-goal (as
my youn...
I've a new essay over at the *North Sea Poets* substack, addressing the
decline of reviewing culture, the rise of the poetry prizes, artistic
standards a...
Little SongFirst year: words left, like Gods returning to the underworld.In
the second, I lived as if I we both were dead.The words returned around
year th...
Today is National Poetry Day in the UK, and this year's theme is 'Refuge'.
On a global scale, the world is experiencing the highest levels of
displaceme...
Generally Speaking (about Bookshops) Although there is undoubtedly a few
collections of poetry that are criminally bad, you wouldn’t head to the
crime se...
The concept of poetic ecological collapse has been widely discussed, and so
I add here only a few additional notes of personal reflection. Readers will
kno...
It’s been a while since I did once of these, but maybe there’s something
here to tempt you. Christmas is just around the corner… If you’re
interested in an...
I thought I'd posted this a couple of weeks back, and realise now that I
didn't, but better late than never – this is an excellent tribute to the
poet Ma...
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