A link for the pamphlet soon, but for now some responses to the poems and the pamphlet:
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.
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.
Interview here about poets, poetry, notebooks, morris-dancers, inspiration, water and what is next:
My break-up pamphlet, which is sad but optimistic, I hope, is due out in November with Half Moon Books, formerly Otley word Feast Press.
Exciting news. I will share this poem here in a while, but for now you can buy a copy of the anthology from here:
Troubadour (A Picaroon Poetry Anthology)
I have three poems up on Clear Poetry Today. They can be found here:
Sarah L Dixon – three poems
Here is the link to the poem on the site:
I will replace it with the poem in a month, so the Three Drops site gets all visits for April.
Thanks to Kate x
Not human today
My head is the sun.
from a distance it is round
up close it is volatile
and makes less sense
My torso often gives away
but today it is an angel
beautiful with hate
I have one limb
stolen from a stone circle
it insists on pagan ritual
makes me a detached observer
of candles and sacrifice
My elk legs are robust
as the hope that endures
they transport me to tomorrow
while my head burns
My poem Not Human Today
has been published in The Interpreter’s House
This is now available here:
I have also had two poems accepted for publication in Three Drops from a Cauldron.
Unbecoming Someone will be published online on 1st April.
Woodland Wedding will appear in the Beltane issue due out mid-April 2016.
Check the site out here: