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Anna Percy

Updated: Sat, 5 May 2018 12:50 am


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I am a current PhD candidate at MMU with a Creative-Critical Project focused on Eco Poetry and Mental Health. I completed a Creative Writing and Contemporary Culture Joint Hons BA at Cumbria Institute of the Arts in 2007 and a Creative Writing MA at Manchester University in 2009. I have been performing around the country for over ten years and I have two full collections with Flapjack Press including a collaboration with Rebecca Audra Smith: My most recent Pamphlet is Follow the Stag and Learn to Fly and is available from Three Drops: Recent publications include the journal Confingo. I am a workshop facilitator, am a founder member of Stirred Poetry and a regular performer on the Manchester scene. I blog here:


We Could Be Merpeople (Just For One Day) When our pens fail take me with you to the canal, I will tell you where I hid the tails a fin secret for just such an occasion when we were at a low ebb we will make beds of discarded shopping trollies bouncy balls will be our erratic pearls wear crisp packet tiaras and beer can finery, we will sing haunting songs under bridges taking the rattle of train tracks as our bass make flutes from bent piping lure those who are lost to join us with our beautiful off key music and as the sun sets we will shake off the fading scales clamber back to land on unsteady feet How to be ok With Being in a Human Body Let your leg hair grow for the first time since you were thirteen feel how soft you are stop plucking your eyebrows learn to love how they look when you do work up to it f**** myopic men let them tell you you are beautiful start to believe them close your eyes feel their body imagine how wonderful you feel with practise you can f**** men who f**** like J G Ballard who take a curatorial interest in the shape of your scars pore over your pores your wrinkles who look at you right up close their eyes saucers who breathe you in deep an when you leave complain their sheets don’t hold your scent. 12th September 2016 I take up the knitting I put down months ago and am surprised my hands remember the action unfaltering my eyes return to the film without looking at them the simple way I spool out the black yarn like a good writing day when I wake and can find the words in bed without my stopping them it will be a headband the hair shorn by myself needs it always a late decision to take up the scissors in the bathroom in the moon mirror I can’t see the moon from there the door is open as I live there is only a street lamp visible in the window I am taking up knitting, a small project to be finished quickly a sense of accomplishment as it gives my hands something to do other than chew them worried at by my lack of employment and deadlines If I had forgotten how to hold the yarn create the tension it could be unpicked mistakes can be undone by my own hands unlike outside and regrets like poetry it can be picked up at any time I think of the roads outside their potholes that are never fixed and the drivers who are all haste and no mind when I am on my bike this city is anxious making the road is often all I can focus on shards of glass and laughing gas canisters are puncture fears I get agitated by the selfishness of those drunk on the obvious and summer who fling these items on tarmac and forget what heavier vehicles and sunlight will do I want to ride on smooth roads and look up at the changing tree canopies like spooling wool into scarves like writing on a good day.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

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My First Full Length Collection (12/06/2013)

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Anna Percy

Sat 27th Jul 2013 16:47

Nigel so sorry to have missed your comment! When is the next WOL meeting I could bring some copies then?

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Nigel Astell

Fri 21st Jun 2013 15:55

Unfortunately I cannot make it to your book launch but just down the road from Manchester, in Stockport Art Gallery we have a Write Out Loud meeting on Monday July 8th at 7pm - 9pm.

If you can make it bring a few copies of your book and I can always put it on our blog.

I would like a signed copy please!

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Sun 8th May 2011 02:46

Hello Anna - I bought a copy of Ghosts at the Dinner Table from you at Sale Waterside last month.reason I decided to invest was that I particularly liked the last poem you read "For Ruth Berry", which seemed to hit a common chord.
Should pay more attention springs to mind initially but despite this the poem picks out a lot of emotions which could equally attributed to other situations and sections of society which in my case is mental health/Institutionalisation.The poem remains great as is the rest of the material and I now understand the funny look you gave me when I passed comment as I made the purchase!

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Wed 27th Apr 2011 18:34

Hi Anna, Send your deets to and I'll post you the prize. It's been collecting dust on my bookcase for months... at least I hope that's where it is. Thom

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Joshua Van-Cook

Sat 3rd Apr 2010 21:43

Interesting poems Anna, your imagery is really effective. I'd be hard pressed to pick a favourite but Norfolk Sunk appeals to me, the structure of it really reinforces the still and/ or lifeless atmosphere.

- Josh

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 15th Dec 2009 17:42

Just to say I found your poems today and liked them a lot . I assume that the hands Fassbinder is asking about must be your hands which now resemble your dead fathers hands. I have my fathers hands too. This is my assumption anyway!

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Anna Percy

Thu 3rd Dec 2009 20:50

I am a staunch atheist I never infer otherwise in my poetry.

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Wed 2nd Dec 2009 22:03

Good evening Anna

I'm not really au fait with poetry critiquing so ...

Norwich Gravyard - great read. I found it quite moving. I wondered if the 'his hands' were the person who died fifteen years ago? If they are, how clever. If they aren't erm, were they God's? If neither, can you please explain yourself?!

I've a bus to catch and can't leave without knowing. I'll give you until a quarter-to.


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John Darwin

Tue 11th Aug 2009 17:42

not seen your stuff until now. Enjoyed it very much, particularly 'Magnolia Wallpaper in Whitworth Park' - gorgeous wordage.



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Andy Humphrey

Thu 22nd Jan 2009 13:18

Loved "Norwich Graveyard" - it's what you kept back that made it so powerful. More please!

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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Sat 18th Oct 2008 21:22

We indeed are a lost generation...

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David Franks

Tue 3rd Jun 2008 13:58

Hi Anna: my favourite is October, and I noticed you have similar subject matter to me.

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clarissa mckone

Fri 2nd Nov 2007 18:39

nice poems

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