J. S. Watts
Autor de Cats and Other Myths
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Conocimiento común
- Género
- female
- Nacionalidad
- UK
- País (para mapa)
- England, UK
- Lugar de nacimiento
- London, England, UK
- Lugares de residencia
- Cambridgeshire, England, UK
- Educación
- Oxford University
- Ocupaciones
- Writer
- Biografía breve
- J.S.Watts is a UK poet and novelist. She was born in London, England and now lives and writes near Cambridge in East Anglia. In between, she read English at Somerville College, Oxford and spent many years working in the UK education sector.
Her poetry, short stories and non-fiction appear in a variety of publications in Britain, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and the States including Acumen, Mslexia and Orbis and have been broadcast on BBC and independent Radio. She has edited a variety of magazines and anthologies. Her poetry collections, "Cats and Other Myths" and "Years Ago You Coloured Me", and her multi-award nominated poetry pamphlet, "Songs of Steelyard Sue", are published by Lapwing Publications. Her latest poetry pamphlet, "The Submerged Sea", is published by Dempsey and Windle. Her novels, "A Darker Moon", "Witchlight", "Old Light" and "Elderlight" are published by Vagabondage Press.
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- 11
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- Miembros
- 20
- Popularidad
- #589,235
- Valoración
- 4.8
- Reseñas
- 3
- ISBNs
- 8
I tend to view what I read through the lens of past experiences and I like poetry and prose that brings back memories or emotions.
The poem Gull, was one of several favorites in this book because it immediately brought back memories of my childhood trips to Ft. Meyers beach in Florida with my mother and stepfather. At the age of 10, and being from the northern tier of states, my first time seeing seagulls was pretty fascinating for me and despite being a bit raucous when they are competing for pieces of bread on the shore, I still find them to be majestic flyers and true symbols of the ocean and the shoreline.
I liked the whimsicality of Flotilla of Lost Words...
This is not quite as I meant to write
Not just as I first had it
But as it matters to the moon.
She pulled at my gut
With her draw-string beams
And I followed writing
As she tutored.
...
And finally, Scattering, which reminded me of the brief graveside memorial we siblings had for my mother in 2013.
We gathered
beyond the edges
of the salt flats
back from the sea
where thorn bushes bob
on the green wave-roll of the earth.
Poured from their urn
your mother's ashes swirled
a brief pale cloud
on the barely breeze.
...
We buried my mother's ashes next to my stepfather who had passed away much earlier than she. My stepfather crewed on a sailboat on Lake Michigan with a friend of his...it had become a bit of a passion, to the point where they would annually race the Chicago to Mackinaw.
When he became ill with cancer and eventually passed away it had been my mother's wish to scatter his ashes on Lake Michigan but because of the religious convictions of his family, my mother settled for a traditional burial. If my mother had been able to get her wish, both would have had their ashes scattered on the shoreline.
I am, perhaps, oversharing, but for me, The Submerged Sea is a sublime little collection of poetry and I will go back now and then to dip my toes into it's waters.
I would like to thank the author, J.S. Watts, for sharing a review copy of this book.… (más)