Robert will be reading with Andra Simons and Emily Harrison in “A Bottle of Sparkling Pop”, hosted by Hilda Sheehan.
Andra Simons is a Bermudian writer, director and actor now residing in London. His poems first came to the public during the 2012 Poetry Parnassus at the South Bank Centre. He published his debut collection The Joshua Tales (Treehouse Press) in 2009 and numerous publications both in the UK and internationally and is presently editing his next collection of poetry Turtlemen. He is also a third of the performance band AMPHIBIA. Andra was a Creative Writing Visiting Lecturer at the University of Greenwich from 2009-2015. “a beautiful monster, a singing dragon. A spectacle. An intimacy. ” — John Zuill
Emily Harrison is a former member of The Barbican Young Poets and her debut collection is I Can’t Sleep ’cause My Bed’s On Fire. “A wildcard performance poet with plenty to say. Astute and at times painfully humorous” -Robert Peake in The Huffington Post.
Some of Swindon’s finest will join us for shorter readings:
After a long thaw, I am looking forward to two poetry readings in London in the month of May.
First, I am returning to the Troubadour Cafe in Earls court for “Across Oceans“, a trans-Atlantic evening of poetry hosted by Anne-Marie Fyfe on Monday, May 9th at 8pm.
Next, I will find my way to the basement of the Poetry Café in Soho for a Shuffle evening dubbed “A Bottle of Sparkling Pop” (after Kenneth Koch) hosted by Hilda Sheehan. That’s on Saturday, May 28th at 7.30 pm.
Both promise really interesting lineups, including Joshua Weiner at the Troubadour and Emily Harrison at the Poetry Café. Do come out and join us if you can.
I had a great time this evening reading my poems in the current and previous issues of South Bank Poetry. The sweltering basement of the Poetry Cafe was packed with friendly faces. The reading combined Londoners and urban Irish in a refreshingly down-to-Earth mix of voices. Many thanks to Peter Ebsworth and his co-editor for a lovely evening. As I tap this brief report into my phone on the train ride back to North Hertfordshire, I feel a small part of the London poetry tribe.