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mike watts

Email: mikewatts@crowcrag.karoo.co.uk
Web: www.thisisull.com
Updated: Wed, 29 Dec 2010 08:07 pm
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Biography

Is the co-founder and co-host of 'Write to Speak' Yorkshire's only theatre based dedicated spokenword/poetry event whch is held at the 'New Hull Truck' theatre in Hull. He has been writing seriously for the last three years and has performed around the country. In 2009 he was part of a commission by 'Apples and Snakes' and along with fellow performer Joe Hakim, co-wrote and performed the 'Guerrilla poetry' project which was showcased at the London BAC. His work has been published in various magazines and his first anthology 'Coming to a street near you' has just been published by 'Night Publishing.'

Samples

The Decline Of The Fishing Industry. Once i fished for frogs When the waters bubbled and croaked With slippery life. I hunted minnows,flashing silver arrows Darting through the weeds; Caught and re-housed in soup-tins, Chipped mugs, held tightly like errand money, Too precious, Too afraid to spill. Here time scurried off like voles. Mothers called, but names became entangled In branches, snatched by trees Happy to shield our swearing, As peas hardened and gravy dried. And now, mortgaged,tame and hygienic I returned with my son To that long abundant slit. Change, in a head-wrecking moment Threw a punishing jab. Mattresses and furniture, Stolen trolleys half submerged, Supported a twisted crash Of rusting appliances. People had pummelled the place, And its slopes and edges Littered and silent, Fussed over only by flies. He sank his net Amongst bergs of polystyrene Clutching my sleeve as he trawled. But these grounds were finished, And his deep and desperate searching As intense as my own, As i gently reeled him in As empty as my promise Of a full jar. All to come. Amid the intensity of summer When i meander through afternoons Chaotic with crowd and colour, I see the bare-foot freedom Of the young, who will discover When the shell begins to crack- Love will leave them flapping Like a turtle on its back. Now she's gone. Every Friday was pizza night And we'd share a large pepperoni With extra chilli And a box of fries Which i always dished out 60/40 Because she was too gorgeous To be ruined by equal portions. Then i'd make A black coffee for her And a weak tea for me Then slot in a dvd Which we'd never finish Because i couldn't leave her alone. And after jabbing the remote We'd go at it fiercely And the spice in our mouths Would transform our tongues Into lightsabres, As we slammed into each other Like two WWF stars. And i swear to god That i would give anything To have those nights again Instead of lying here, Clawing at my scalp And realizing how one solitary, Stupid moment of weakness Can vapourize forever The most amazing times, And leave you spending Friday nights With a bowl of cereal, And a big stash of dvd's That you'll finally get to see The end of.

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

Blog entries by mike watts

Big Danny's girl (08/10/2018)

Night Terror (07/10/2018)

Six beers (05/10/2018)

September song (23/09/2018)

Blitzkrieg (26/05/2016)

30 Seconds Later (18/05/2016)

All to come (16/05/2016)

Thirst (08/05/2016)

Bookshop Millie (06/05/2016)

I kid you not (03/05/2016)

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 15th May 2018 10:10

Wow - thank to Stu, I have discovered a new voice and I am very impressed. I've only read today's blog entry and those on this profile but I am... impressed!
Another favourite poet to add to my list.
(I now need to read more...)

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Emer Ni Chorra

Fri 29th Apr 2016 19:09

The lovers .. wonderful piece :)

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Tommy Carroll

Mon 20th Apr 2015 20:46

Cheers Mike for your comment. I appreciate it. Tommy

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Karen Deeks

Sun 27th Apr 2014 14:08

Hello. Sorry to bother you. I can't seem to be able to post blogs using my I phone. Any idea what I'm doing wrong. Plz thank you karen

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Tommy Carroll

Wed 11th Dec 2013 01:29

Cheers Mike- :)

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John Coopey

Thu 18th Apr 2013 20:23

Many thanks for your thoughts on "Here's My Tits..."

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John Coopey

Sun 14th Apr 2013 22:23

Many thanks for your kind thoughts on my prose piece, Schadenfreude.

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Laura Taylor

Thu 11th Apr 2013 12:31

Thank you - wrote itself really.

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David Mac

Fri 17th Sep 2010 09:17

You hold nothing back and keep it straight and hard.
Keep 'em coming.

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Louise Fazackerley

Fri 30th Jul 2010 23:04

my sort of poetry. your 'fishing industry' poem is really powerful and 'she's gone' is real-life and is my friday night right now :)

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carol falaki

Sun 3rd Feb 2008 19:31

more please

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Dave Morgan

Tue 23rd Oct 2007 23:35

that's no rant Mike,as far as I'm concerned it's got everything a poem needs, metaphor, feeling, message, multi-layered, but accessible, all packed into a neat well-crafted bundle of lines. Cheers, keep up the good work.

Dave Morgan

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