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Five years in the making, The Magpie Almanack launched in December 2020.

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Containing 75 poems produced between 2015 and 2019, this is the best of what I've written in this time.


As I spent lockdown compiling this book and editing down from some 500 candidate poems, I realised they covered a very broad spectrum of subjects. So I decided to make an almanack under several headings and incorporate a magpie to reflect their serendipitous  nature - any bright, sparkly subject for poetry.

So I have included autobiographical poems, poems about animals and space and bottoms (only two involving bottoms!), formal and free verse poems and poems in surreal and dada styles.

Thanks go to Janice Windle, my publisher at Vole, and to Dru Marland for her beautiful front cover illustration - spot the capybara!

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The stone is hard today,

wetted in the rain or
by wind, so much wind.

It doesn’t like to be by fire,

will sometimes split itself

but never where the split

would help.

The stone is cold today,
like a new piece threshed from

the cliff by a sea, so much sea.

It doesn’t warm in my hand,

however much I hold it.

I clap my hands to chip
the ache from them.


The stone is pig today,

fast so I can’t catch it
and brute, so much brute

I can’t hone its tusk.

shout out


As the title suggests, this collection embraces a very wide range of highly eclectic subjects under an equally remarkable set of titles: Kleen-eezy; Interview with a Blemmye; Rearranging my Pants Drawer; Sir Walter Raleigh’s  Cycling Tour of the Americas; Nine Dadaist Views of Mt Fuji.


All treated with bizarre and wry humour as in the poem  Anthology where publications about the ‘anths, small creatures with lisps’ are lined up ‘neatly on bookshelfths’. Beneath the quirky humour there is sometimes sadness as in the poem Naming Them where dead twins are never named, and also anger at the suffering of human beings in such poems as Howling.


I am honoured to have been invited to write this brief endorsement of this collection which, unlike the collections mentioned in Poetry Book Cat –  ‘few poetry books / purr beneath your fingers’ – purrs very loudly indeed. I loved it!


Gill McEvoy



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