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Terry Jones

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Terry Jones, lives and works in Carlisle; won 1st prize in the Bridport international poetry competition in 2011, the same year his extended pamphlet, Furious Resonance , was published by Poetry Salzburg (available from there). His poems have appeared journals, magazines, anthologies, and online, including in The New Statesman, Poetry Review, Wasafiri, Iota, The North, The London Magazine, Magma, Agenda, Ambit, The Interpreters House, The Morning Star, Envoi, The Frogmore Papers, The ShoP, New Welsh Review, Planet, The Rialto, Under the Radar, Brittle Star etc.


Spuds As loved ones buried grow nails and hair past recognition, a fistful of peelings thrown slovenly to earth came back in Spring, leaving me to finger, stunned as Crusoe, a row of cold knuckles. One, forgotten in the cellar, turned pure alone and grew a halo of white hair; another, missed in the sack, was lifted out the shrunken head of Medusa. When I kick the bucket, bury me with spuds, a sackful, that I may spread and come in a cloud of white to your door.

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Terry Jones

Sun 3rd Dec 2017 22:12

Thanks, Cynthia. Not so much beyond recognition, I hope. I do want people to read the poems.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 3rd Dec 2017 16:39

I shall try to read more. That's an impressive BIO.

I looked up 'audabe', just to be sure. It was tickling at the back of my brain, but I wasn't positive.

'Spuds' is terrific. You must be a difficult man with whom to have an easy conversation, your poetic antennae working constantly.

Actually 'beyond recognition'?

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