John Short was born in Liverpool and went to Leeds University. Later he spent some years in the south of Europe working in fields and factories and as an English teacher in Spain before settling for a long period in Athens where he began to learn Greek and the six string bouzouki. In 2003 he contributed nine poems to the Pterodactyl's Wing Anthology of Welsh Poetry, compiled by Richard Gwyn for Parthian Books. At the end of 2007 he emerged from an obscure neighbourhood of Piraeus to return to England, get a laptop and start submitting to magazines. From 2012 to 2015 he worked night shift in a factory in Liverpool. From this experience a couple of poems emerged: Biscuit Factory and Patterns of Destiny. These days he divides his time between Liverpool and Barcelona and is a member of the Liver Bards and Dead Good Poets poetry groups appearing at open mic venues around Liverpool and reading occasionally on Vintage Radio, Birkenhead. He has self-published a volume of poetry entitled Composting For All (2017) and also a collection of stories: The Private Unmentionable Gargoyle (2019) through Dave Lewis of Publish and Print (Pontypridd). RECENT & FORTHCOMING APPEARANCES PROLE 2017 MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE 2017 ATRIUM 2018 DREAM CATCHER 2018 ALLEGRO POETRY 2018 OPEN MOUSE 2018 MILITANT THISTLES 2018 INK SWEAT & TEARS 2018 STEPAWAY MAGAZINE 2018 POESIS NOVAE LITTERATURE (USA) 2018 PULSAR WEBZINE 2018 THE BLUE NIB 2018 THE METAWORKER (USA) 2018 THE HIGH WINDOW 2019 PICAROON POETRY 2019 POESIS NOVAE LITT. (USA) 2019 ENVOI MAGAZINE (WALES) 2019 DEAR READER POETRY 2019 YELLOW MAMA WEBZINE (USA) 2019 THE HORROR ZINE ((USA) 2019 COLLECTIONS: COMPOSTING FOR ALL (As Hubert Tsarko) 55 poems (Publish & Print Pontypridd 2017) THE PRIVATE UNMENTIONABLE GARGOYLE (As Hubert Tsarko) Sixteen stories (Publish & Print 2019)
HISTORY LESSON We were collecting olives above the mountain road. Tangled in branches springing from rock to boulder, judging absences under nets with sea a thousand edges of light below and just to help time pass I counted ways that we might injure ourselves in the pursuit of oil. Then they filled me with feta, tomatoes, coarse bread strong dark wine and walnuts; sent me full-stomached back up the painful tree, pointed to a hole in the ground and said: that's where they used to throw them. And so began a history lesson more interesting than counting misfortune. Published in The Frogmore Papers 2014.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
BACARDI TAIL LIGHTS MACHINE GUN FAREWELL (01/04/2019)
QUEEN OF THE NIGHT (02/02/2019)
DEATH OF A BAR (26/12/2018)
NIGERIAN VILLAGES (21/12/2018)
IN THE DUNES (07/11/2018)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/johnshort
Viewed 1278 times since 03 May 2016
Do you want to be featured here? Submit your profile.