Creative Collaboration

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Most pleased to have a selection of Nick and my most recent image/word collaborations posted by Collusion Books. Our work is presented along with three other collaborating pairs – with thanks to Andy for his encouragements and precise work on the presentations. You can read Guesswork on the Horizon here.

Coming Soon

I know thousands of others have too, but I’ve written a lockdown memoir, out maybe this month or next. Perhaps those who know me will be interested – I hope so – and also those who don’t, to see if there is an interest. I will be back plugging whenever it is available.

‘Santa Lucia’ by Charlie Baylis – Invisible Hand Press

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Day begins full circle and, by coincidence, there are a number of recurring threads/references that bring light to this opening section – the most brightly being colours, and then there are beach police who

‘litter the pier with fashionable novels’

and will later play hopscotch when they are

‘talking about anne sexton’

The ‘bluest eyes’ and ‘blue snow’ are early colourings along with ‘pink and white clouds’ and ‘panoramic green’ and ‘purple tea’, and this colourful array – dominant like the book’s cover – only becomes a little less happy when those police

‘arrest the elvis impersonator for his extravagant belt of blue’

Then there is yellow, and there are yellow saints

‘who write about sex with donkeys’

and we move on to ‘apricot lakes’ (this from a touching poem come as you are dedicated to aaron kent who is a close friend of Charlie, as well as a Broken Sleep Books colleague who recently had a worrying stay in hospital but is now fine).

Oh yes, and the police will cancel something of real interest, and you should read to find out what this is.

And you should because this is a delightful poetic portrait of place with all the surreal deflections/directions making it so much more lush and engaging than your average staycation.

There is also love and romance and loss, and this even before we get to Night, not that the delights end – they simply change.

In this section there is a sweet poem dystopia (excuse paradox) dedicated to the ‘memory of sean bonney’, and a list poem – I love list poems – cherry cola, which mentions a ‘cherry bomb’ and I won’t write here about the nasty things I did with these as a kid in a less exotic Elk Horn, Iowa.

There are more colours, as in the poem chalcot square

tigers in the lemon grass
dolly mix ice-cream
red roses blushing into onrushing day

(italicised in poem)

and the whole of this collection is such a rich read where darkness of course exists, and pervades, but its refractions through the colourful imagination of the writing brings such joy in the reading.

I was quite sad at the end when the sun slowly went down.

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