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 Wrong Moves. These days he divides his time between Liverpool and Barcelona and is a member of the Liver Bards, Dead Good Poets and Pop-Up Writers 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 (2018) through Dave Lewis of Publish and Print (Pontypridd). Reviews can be read on Amazon. His pamphlet collection: Unknown Territory is due in autumn 2020 from Black Light Engine Room Press and his full collection Those Ghosts from Beaten Track Publishing will appear some time this year. RECENT & FORTHCOMING APPEARANCES SARASVATI 2019 SOUTH BANK POETRY 2019 POETRY SALZBURG REVIEW (AUS) 2019 SCARLET LEAF REVIEW 2019 (USA) MARBLE POETRY 2019 (WALES) THE EUNOIA REVIEW 2020 HOBO CAMP REVIEW 2020 (USA) THE BEACH HUT WEBZINE 2020 THE CANNON'S MOUTH 2020 COLLECTIONS: COMPOSTING FOR ALL (As Hubert Tsarko) 55 poems (Publish & Print Pontypridd 2017) THE PRIVATE UNMENTIONABLE GARGOYLE (As Hubert Tsarko) Sixteen stories (Publish & Print 2018) UNKNOWN TERRITORY - POEMS ABOUT GREECE (Black Light Engine Room 2020) THOSE GHOSTS (BEATEN TRACK PUBLISHING 2020)
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. The Frogmore Papers 2014.
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BARCELONA RAIN (02/02/2020)
FIGHTING CHARLES BRONSON (02/01/2020)
THOSE GHOSTS (23/11/2019)
KAMCHATKA TRAILS (19/11/2019)
THE SIN (17/11/2019)
STONE BAGUETTE (09/09/2019)
ON A SICILIAN BEACH (15/06/2019)
INVOLVED IN SWITZERLAND (08/06/2019)
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