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Geoffrey Heptonstall

Updated: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 11:22 am

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Biography

A Poetry Reviewer for the London Magazine,I have written about 60 published poems in British and American magazines:Adirondack Review, Blank Pages, The Bow Wow Shop, Burning Houses, Caught in the Net, Connections, Dead Ink, Decanto, Enigma, English, The English Chicago Review, Every Writer’s Resource, Incandescent, Inclement, Ink, Sweat and Tears, International Literary Quarterly, Living Poets, London Grip, The London Magazine, Message in a Bottle, Other Poetry, The Passionate Transitory, Poetry and Audience, Poetry Monthly, The PEN, The Recusant, The Third Way, Turbulence, and The Write Place at the Write Time. A selection is available on-line from Poetry Kit. A number of short stories published: Cerise Press, Every Writer’s Resource, Gold Dust, Litro, Open Wide, Sunk Island Review and Vintage Script. Many essays and reviews:from I.T. to the TLS. Radio work includes BBC arts and features, and several independent stations. Performance work includes a play, Providence, and a masque, Emperors for Tea. Readings include Bolton Festival, Glastonbury and Poetry Cafe, Covent Garden. If you know Liverpool you'll know Hope Street.

Samples

HOPE STREET Yet stranger than we suppose, The stars shine on the night sea. Somewhere in the city They shiver in the shadow of God See those mendicant men, Alert as attendant lords, Waiting for the world to turn When water is hard as stone When stone itself is broken. At six o’clock sounds the hour For the solitary optimist Who walks the moon in search of her. Beneath her grace lies unseen The indefinite, unknown her. It compels the better part of him To dream and to wake in one breath. His mouth is open for that tongue To taste the air of her. He watches the trees dancing. They make quadrilles At sunset before the city Assures the fearful children Taking the road homeward. This moment life begins To be lived in one day. It is all we can see moving Slowly in the night sky.

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