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 Queenies – Huddersfield

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)