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 collection entitled Composting For All (2016) through Dave Lewis of Publish and Print (Pontypridd). PUBLICATION HISTORY POETRY NORTH ANTHOLOGY 1998 126 WRITERS ANTHOLOGY (LIVERPOOL CCE) 1998 PTERODACTYL'S WING WELSH ANTHOLOGY 2003 FORWARD POETS PRIZE ANTHOLOGY 2009 THE FRENCH LITERARY REVIEW 2011 BARCELONA INK MAGAZINE 2011-2012 THE DELINQUENT 2011-12 THE WATERHOUSE REVIEW 2012 OBSESSED WITH PIPEWORK 2013 THE FROGMORE PAPERS 2014 ORBIS MAGAZINE 2014 THE FROGMORE PAPERS 2016 INK SWEAT AND TEARS 2016 UNDER THE FABLE 2016 THE METAWORKER 2016 THE FRENCH LITERARY REVIEW 2017 PROLE MAGAZINE 2017 BLACK MARKET REVIEW 2017 ALGEBRA OF OWLS 2017 RATS ASS REVIEW 2017 MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE 2017 ATRIUM 2018 DREAM CATCHER 2018 ALLEGRO POETRY 2018 OPEN MOUSE 2018 MILITANT THISTLES 2018 INK SWEAT & TEARS 2018 COLLECTIONS: COMPOSTING FOR ALL (As Hubert Tsarko) 55 poems (Publish & Print Pontypridd 2017)
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.
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BANK ACCOUNTS (08/08/2018)
THE OPEN ROAD (07/08/2018)
WORLDS APART (20/06/2018)
AIR IN THE MORNING (08/05/2018)
PORCHES OF SUBURBIA (09/04/2018)
BARRIO SANTIAGO (29/01/2018)
LOVE AND LOBSTERS (24/01/2018)
BURGER QUEEN (16/12/2017)
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