writer, educator, poet
Chris FewingsA poem first published Ink Sweat & Tears. ‘Let his voice be heard on the street corner.’ Read or listen.
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» » »In 2013 I published a short work of alphabetic fiction as an e-book, available for Kindle: A Glossary of my Grandmother. A young woman finds her scholarly grandmother becomes a stabilising influence on her life. After her death, she decides to pay tribute to her in an A-Z of her life, and starts to explore … Read more
» » »You’re upstairs on the No. 50 bus in Kings Heath High Street. The traffic always clogs here, as people flock to shops supplied by juggernauts with goods funnelled in from around the world: money pours into the tills. Outside a supermarket, a child’s bike chained to a lamp post serves as a blue plaque: Hope, … Read more
» » »Place wild flowers on my coffin. Let them fade.
Read from such scriptures as you may find
on a page torn from some book I loved
There was a great big bed and I was floating around in it
I’m trying to convey to you that the bed was like a large lake.
I was on my own in a very wide bed wearing a babygro.
The wind stands fair for France. Look,
here’s a troop ship, battle-grey.
filled with cattle: young bulls trained to charge.
This poem was published in the magazine Under the Radar edited by Jane Commane (February 2016, Nine Arches Press).
I arrived at the station – train delayed an hour.
Stuff that. I bought my own, drove it myself,
got there early. A kerfuffle on arrival –
the Fat Controller spluttered about rights.
I bought the track.
The poem below was published in Ink, Sweat & Tears (edited by Helen Ivory) in 2014. The recording below was made by Rob Peters, at a reading I gave in Kings Heath.
The city writes a city in its margins
And writes another city at its core.
The city writes the lives of other people –
Erases some, engraves some in its stone.