Publication History 2021

January

‘Road-signs’ in The Journal #63
25th ‘Book-fort haven’ Haiflu haiku 



Haiflu – Liv Torc (9 photos as part of this project too)
 
Stream A Northern Idol (for Clare Shaw) by Sarah L Dixon | Listen online for free on SoundCloud

March 

‘Happiness in my lockdown sock drawer’. Ink, sweat and tears. 
**Shortlisted for March Pick of the Month  (online)**

Sarah L Dixon on Mother’s Day | Ink Sweat and Tears

‘Questions
from a five-year-old’ Up! Magazine Childhood edition
‘The place I go to get away’ Poetry Wivenhoe (online)

Events | poetrywivenhoe.org

June

‘The only monsters I am scared of are those I invent‘ Poetry Village 7th  (online)

Sarah L Dixon – The Poetry Village

July

‘Woodlouse’ Dreich – Summer Everywhere anthology 
‘Lockdown sundial’ Lighthouse Literary Journal #22
‘Kathi makes heart-shaped toast’ Spelt 2
‘Moving counties.’ Prole #39
‘2020 by the Colne’ The Lake Literary Review

The Lake – contemporary poetry webzine – July21a (thelakepoetry.co.uk)

August

‘To Frank, on going to high school.’ Ink Sweat and Tears

Sarah L Dixon | Ink Sweat and Tears

September 

‘The Leadboilers practice alchemy’ Ink Drinkers (online)

Issue #4 – FOLKLORE – Ink Drinkers Poetry

October 

‘Valley lights’ Lighting out Beautiful Dragons Anthology

Upcoming publications: Rialto #97, Rainbow Poems.

Thanks for reading, your comments, support and feedback. Sarah x

2021 news so far (updated 9th January 2021)




Monday 11th Jan 2021     7.30-9.30pm  Guest –  Cafe Writers event Norwich (zoom)  

Cafe Writers January 2021 Tickets, Mon 11 Jan 2021 at 19:30 | Eventbrite

Sunday 7th February 2021   7.00-9.00pm ‘Alf Ender guest – Yes We Cant, Walsall  (zoom) 

Poets, Prattlers and Pandemonialists team. Please contact Emma Purshouse or Steve Pottinger for the link to this event. 
Marble Issue 8 launch – Zoom – 8th February 2021 (reader)

Speakeasy – Zoom Worcester – 11th February 2021 (6 min set)

Locked Down Launch – Zoom – 29 April 2021 (reader)

Poetry Wivenhoe – Digging into the past – 27th May 2021 (guest)

Broken Biscuits Dog Rescue pamphlet launch – 11th July 2021 (host/reader)

Wednesday Writers – Todmorden – Zoom – 18th August 2021 (5 min set) 
@ItstheTWC

Tunbridge Wells Poetry Festival – 21st August 2021 (guest)
Place and Identity (readings) – Tunbridge Wells Poetry Festival (twpoetryfestival.com)

The Sky is Cracked (Half Moon, 2017) /Adding wax patterns to Wednesday (Three Drops, 2018)

Also, both of my presses no longer exist. But I do have some of both books here and would be happy to send some out into the world – £6 each plus P & P or £10 for both plus P & P. 

Pennings workshops 1400-1530 (zoom prompt workshops- 2 zoom sessions with writing time break) alternate Sundays and Tuesdays at the moment. £5 per session or £10 if you want to subsidise a place for a poet who could not attend otherwise. 

Praise for Adding Wax Patterns to Wednesday

‘Here dance the figures of anger, frustration, resentment and desire, following the skewed steps of Surrealist spells and charms for coping. Bob Beagrie

These poems search for alchemy within the domestic, they dig through the ash to find stars.   
Angela Readman

One is never quite sure what is real and what is not. A perfectly lovely collection of Monty pythonesque poems. Wendy Pratt

Electric rain sparks off Wedgwood carpets as the everyday is made strange and startling. 

Steve Nash


#TheJanuaryChallenge #64Millionartists Feathers – make a bird. 

Thanks for visiting 

I will endeavour to update this page more regularly and share links to publications, photos, video and audio as these become available. 

Sarah x

The Poem Place – Episode 3

Hi All,

I am delighted to feature in this podcast hosted by Matt Chamberlain along with Bethany Goodwill and David Dykes.

https://www.buzzsprout.com/680696/2790415?fbclid=IwAR3GbjcIjhMOYK9OE7JEJkwy_QqEQcJBZSBVlkEoSTjOgk2OJRH7UqHE29E

My poems from the podcast are below:

I could talk of childhood beaches

of the rock-pools at RhosColyn,

saltwater rashes

and the eel that brushed passed our legs,

eliciting squeals and a swift, slippery exit

across weed-draped rocks.

 

But then I wouldn’t be here in Broadstairs,

one-fifth of a mile from Dicken’s holiday home

but only caring for the lap of brine,

to lean into the waves, to lie back and be uplifted,

to be pulled and pushed

to be part of the tide.

 

I could talk of a Maryport sea-wall

in October,

the wind from the North

almost blowing us over.

 

But then I wouldn’t be here in Margate

swimming with friends I made half an hour ago

and drinking a Margate mule.

 

I could talk of childhood beaches

but I am always a child when by the sea.

315 fine line horizons.

Two dozen seaside sunsets.

11 actual swims in the oceans

unable to touch the bottom.

Properly deep.

 

I could talk of childhood beaches

but in shell years, in sea-glass time

I am not yet even one.

(First published on Thanet Writers, 2019)

Sold out, closed down

You can buy a table lamp for £39.95

but you cannot afford to light it.

Instead, you spend hours gazing

at a stained-glass glow

you can never own.

 

A haircut at the barbers is a fiver

but you and your money are turned away

because you are a woman

requesting a crop cut.

Your cut should take longer,

be coloured and curled

and be more costly to maintain.

You resort to hacking your hair with scissors.

Buy an over-priced pint with the note.

 

They close

Abdul’s corner shop,

the libraries

the smaller schools.

Then the good old standards go:

Marks, Debenhams, Peacocks.

Those who complain

only ever buy online.

It is cheaper and delivery is free

if you keep spending.

 

The NHS

is dismantling itself

one over-worked nurse

or PA at a  time.

 

Community disintegrates

as the lonely find a self-serve checkout ,

a machine for train tickets,

an instruction to disembark

at the centre of the bus.

The smiles and civilities have been sold

to the same place the grit is

and tarmac for potholes.

 

I am reminded of the time Kwik Save closed for good.

We ripped out the shelves with youthful relish

unplugged the freezers.

Glad we wouldn’t be going back.

 

But now when places close

the shelves and freezers stay in place.

No new buyers

to make these air hangars better, brighter, vital .

These high street windows

are dead-eyed and down-cast.

 

The heat chokes us.

The rain soaks us.

There is no comfort

 in this summer.

We are all red-eyed and irritated.

We itch for a revolution.

 

We are hungry for it,

but we are tired

our cores are built from broken promises

and specks of guttering hope.

These used to be what made our eyes shine

they are now lit, sometimes,  by wine or whisky.

Soon to be dead and dull

for good.

 

For all the good will have drained

from even the most optimistic minds.

Optimism thrives

when possibilities are many

as each runway, PROW or freedom

is grown over, boarded up or denied

our hopes are put out

with the small metal hat

that used to countdown to Christmas

but instead of building excitement

this time

each extinguishing hurts

and is permanent.

 

We seek relief in the cloak of songs

from when we were fourteen.

We watch superhero films

to convince ourselves

it will all be okay.

But it isn’t.

And it won’t be.

There will be good moments.

Blissful weeks away from reality.

 

The world is dying.

There are no buyers.

We are the dinosaurs  this time

hoping for a meteor

before bland-faced, blond-mopped stupidity

ends us instead.

(First Published by International Times, 2019)

 

Adding wax patterns to Wednesday launch – 30th November 2018 – Three Drops Press


Launch at The Lloyds, Chorlton, Manchester Friday 30th November 7.30-9.30pm

Special guests: Simon Howarth. Chris Woods and Kate Garrett.

FREE ENTRY

‘Here dance the figures of anger, frustration, resentment and desire, following the skewed steps of Surrealist spells and charms for coping. Dixon’s pithy and often unsettling poems are populated by creatures and people on the threshold of metamorphoses, having been pushed to the limits of themselves and in doing so reach for revelations that lie beneath the rational order of things.’

Bob Beagrie

A cabinet of curiosities, Dixon casts her spell in spilled wax and wash days, roses pegged to washing lines and days that start without knickers. These poems search for alchemy within the domestic, they dig through the ash to find stars.  Angela Readman

Sarah Dixon’s second book is one of dizzying, dream like fantasy, edged with vulnerability. These strange, often humorous, often moving poems swim like goldfish in a pond, rising to the surface to greet the reader in flashes of light and love. This is a collection of sharp surprises and tongue in cheek observations of life and love, where one is never quite sure what is real and what is not. A perfectly lovely collection of Monty pythonesque poems. Wendy Pratt

Electric rain sparks off Wedgwood carpets as the everyday is made strange and startling. These poems nestle together in a mosaic of dedication as tributes to transformation, and the testing (and shattering) of boundaries.   Steve Nash

Finding Huddersfield Blog 1

The Finding Huddersfield Blog part 1 – Huddersfield Sounds

One of my poetry/art friends (Hannah Boyd) challenged me to be part of a project where you wrote your aims for the next year on a plate and I am reporting back on the plate I wrote on this time last year.

My aim was to make Huddersfield our new home.

Spoken Word?

I have enjoyed nights at The Sair, Albert Poets, Queenies and Slawit Gallery. I am guest at Albert Poets in July and looking forward to going back. It was lovely to see friends Winston Plowes, Gaia Holmes and Ian Harker read there.  I have shown Louise Fazackerley and Harry Gallagher some of the local places I love. I have still not made it to Marsden Write out Loud yet. But I have set up a new writing session at The New Inn in Marsden (which usually runs on term time Mondays) £5 a head (£2.50 for your first session).

Marsden Poetry Village: I was poet in residence for National Poetry Day and I read some poems and encouraged people to write poems incorporating a few words. I was one of the guest readers, along with Hannah Stone and Jo Haslam at the opening of Marsden Poetry Village soon after moving here. 

My first book was also taken up by Yorkshire Half Moon Press after I moved across the Pennines. This was launched in November 2017 and I have read poems from it in Leeds, York, Sheffield, Slawit, Marsden, Huddersfield, Linthwaite, Haworth, Wakefield and many places outside Yorkshire. My next guest spot in Yorkshire will be 11th June at The Square Chapel, Halifax.

https://thepoetryvillage.com/2018/03/22/sarah-dixon/

Tramping feet and The Colne River?

I have been loving the different moods of a valley. Been enjoying the mist, the snow, the sun and the fact the towpath and river are only a ten minute walk from our house.

In the first few months of being here I was determined to find out what was over every hill. I lot of locals said I have been to places they have never visited. Highlights are Blackmoorfoot Reservoir, Golcar Lily Day, Longwood View, Castle Hill, Imbolc Festival, Cuckoo Festival and lots of traipses down the towpath and getting lost. I also learnt I can’t rely on a wifi map signal to help me find the way back in time for school run so a few panicked scrambles back to the school gate but not actually been too late (yet).


Local Trains? 

Definitely. Trains pass through the valley and we can see them from our kitchen window, my bedroom window seat and the attic velux. I don’t catch them to local areas very often as the bus stop is opposite out house and is direct to Huddersfield and Marsden every 20 minutes. We can catch the slow bus to Manchester which takes 93 minutes on a good day. This takes us through Slaithwaite and Marsden, across the moors and to Diggle, Uppermill, Oldham and eventually Manchester. The views are spectacular and it only costs a five for a day ticket. This is if you don’t mind bum ache and you are setting back from Manchester by 17.20 (last bus home).

Unexpected sounds

I made new friends after volunteering to steward the Christmas light switch-on. Pretty sure they waited another ten seconds before turning on the section I had helped replace the bulbs in to wind me up. We went to The Railway for some drinks after the switch on event was completed. I learnt you do not have one pint with morris-dancers and you better know the time of your last bus home!

I wrote a poem on demand for the Thieving Magpie and Oakenhoof Troupes. This poem was added to a Marsden Poetry Trail here:

https://halfwayhike.com/marsden-poetry-trail/

I read some poems on the Imbolc Story walk and enjoyed the story-telling magpies.  At Cuckoo Day I also met the Frumptarn Guggenband who were a lot of fun. The Imbolc Fire Festival in Marsden is in the top ten fire festivals in the world and was spectacular.



What’s next?

Next local events are:

Wordplay – Halifax Square Chapel: Monday 11th June 2018 7.45-10pm – £5 on the door.

Albert Poets – The Albert, Huddersfield – Thursday 12th July 2018 8-10.30pm – Free entry.

Next local festival is The Leadboilers Festival up on the green near The Sair, Linthwaite:


The sky is cracked – poetry pamphlet out now!!!

Hello All! My first ever poetry pamphlet is now available.

Themes include: break-up, music, pubs, friendship, longing, love, connection, adventures and moving on. 

Cost is £6 in person. Or £7.25 (incl UK P&P) either by cheque in advance, through PayPal or directly to my bank account. 

Dates I will be places

5th-8th October 2017 Poetry Swindon Festival Richard Jeffries Museum

21st October 2017 Sunderland Libraries Literature Festival

24th November 2017 Pamphlet Launch ‘The Sky is Cracked’
Word Club, The Chemic Tavern, Leeds

27th January 2018 Story Walk for Imbolc Marsden

4th February 2018 Pub Poets – guest spot – Blackpool

9th February 2018 Half Moon Books – support for Poets, Prattlers and Pandemonialists – Leeds

19th February 2018 QueeniesHuddersfield

25th February 2018 -Sunday Sessions – Slawit Gallery, Slaithwaite, Huddersfield

7th March 2017 Verse Matters – guest spot – Sheffield

11th April 2018 Speaker’s Corner – guest spot – York

20th April 2018 Manky Poets – guest spot – Chorlton Library

11th June 2018 WordPlay – guest spot – Square Chapel, Halifax

12th July 2018 Albert Poets – guest spot – Huddersfield Library

More dates TBC




Sarah Dixon writes so knowingly and with unerring lightness of touch. She knows about breaking and aching and treads nimbly between mythic, modern, and the sweet specificity of the mundane. She knows too of resilience and fragility and conjures with honesty and humour the strangeness and intensity of loss, and the wonder of finding. Best of all is when she touches upon longing, and so lightly, but, oh my, has it been touched – as we have, unforgettably.
Matt Harvey

These are beautifully crafted poems which will speak to everyone. Telling the story of the loss of love – and a return to life –  “The Sky is Cracked” is as beautiful as it is sad, as delicate as it is plainspoken. Sarah Dixon’s poetry holds the reader close, and then offers up its rich layers of meaning. Like good whisky, I could taste this short collection long after I’d read it – and I wanted more.  
Clare Shaw

This is poetry that “shimmies along the dado rail” to speak memorably of “the grumble of gravel under trainers.” Rich in imagery and with a wealth of truths, we’d be poorer without these poems.
Tony Walsh

Please let me know at thequietcomperemcr@gmail.com or on Twitter @quietcomperemcr if you would like a copy and I will send this out signed for £7.25 (including P&P)