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is from Nottingham, England. He is the Poetry Editor of Review 31 and Assistant Editor of Broken Sleep Books. He has published two pamphlets Elizabeth (Agave Press) and hilda doolittle´s carl jung t-shirt (Erbacce).
Charlie's poetry has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize and once for the Forward Prize.
He spends his spare time completely adrift of reality.
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at first it felt like flying
Charlie Baylis Andrew Taylor
This pamphlet is a collaboration between two poets over twelve days in summer 2017. It responds, it alludes and it lives individually and collectively.
is a comet she collides with a poem
about the realist movement in italian cinema
i get it i think there were many great films
rebecca tastes of the beach at midnight i
watch wave by wave wave by in the blue of her eyes
i lick her legs rebecca is not a comet
rebecca works in a sweet shop drips acid
onto reels her passion for pearl is peach she says
pistachio always tastes like the moon
the itch hits a glitch
blues shades wrap around my sunglasses i miss
take a hymn for the wind i live
in a moonlit laundrette under the sea
where there are many tails in the water
tails like who sucked off who in the cinema tails of realism
with the name spelt clever like the ella in umbrella (ella
ella) sperm the product of mimesis watch this space
as it splits below you above you beyond you
jack this is where we met
at first it felt like flying
my heart was pounding the whole time
jack put your hands on me
when the ship docks i'm getting off with you
and if you jump i jump
immaculate bastards mathematical certainty
raw money hardened by china in the sweetshop glow
i have seen an iceberg i have seen an iceberg in your eyes
i.m. Tom Raworth
Where can we go when we retire?
which hold me down by my head?
shooting along (alone)
stockings because the word means what comes to mind
time: art is beamed to those antenna education should tune
rumours of the present (any present) then deja vu is a true
skirts around the tomato plants
before pinching out Kevin showed
her the way
On the gravel drive a shape is left
when a car departs It's easy to
count individual stones
Juno plays the stereo loudly
she says it helps the tomatoes
especially when it rains
cosy & casual origins in coffee
the espresso machine was an innovation
beans on toast & Coca-Cola as payment
south of the equator carpet seems
unnecessary 49 species to choose from
like lavender mist the eye is drawn to horizons
a cello melody piano refrain
sequencing is a part like hand movement
is the author of two full collections
of poetry, Radio Mast Horizon and March (Shearsman Books) and numerous pamphlets.
He lives and works in Nottingham, where he is a senior lecturer in Creative Writing and English.