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Tag: Milk

FATHOM – A Fisherman

Another extract from my ongoing recordings of ‘Fathom‘. Click here for the text.

You can listen to more recordings from ‘Fathom’ here.


Here’s another extract from ‘Fathom’. I’d realised up until this point that all the sections contained either animals or seascapes, so I thought I might write about a person. And who is closer to the sea than a fisherman? It was partly inspired by this antique playing card which I got for my birthday.



A fisherman
against the gale.

He saw snow
he saw sea


now brine
his veins.

Cut him
the wet



A fisherman.


Read more sections from ‘Fathom’ here.


So I spent the weekend down on the Sussex coast and it gave me the chance to do some concentrated writing and research into the new project I’m pretty excited about: ‘Fathom’. The idea is for it to be a longer poem (as in longer than my usual 1o lines!) about the sea and about Sussex – about Sussex by the sea. Here’s one of the sections in draft.



Years ago
we were walking
boots bouncing
off the Seven Sisters’
soft turf
when a fresh
wreath of mist
rolled in
off the sea
to cloak us
in coolness.

Do you remember?

The sun shone down
as if through milk.

Then as quickly
as the dream-stuff
it dispersed
and we danced through summer
once more.


Click on the tag below for previous drafts from ‘Fathom’. I’ll be posting more content soon, including an expanded version of ‘Salt-Blood’ (scroll down, or indeed click here).