Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Victoria Richards

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews

I am honoured and privileged that the following writers local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers two options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger.

The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some surprises too. Some of these poets you may know, others may be new to you. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.

Primers

Victoria Richards

is a journalist and poet. In 2017/18 she was shortlisted in the Bath Novel Award and the Lucy Cavendish College Fiction Prize, was highly commended for poetry in the Bridport Prize and came third in The London Magazine Short Story Competition. She was also longlisted in the National Poetry Competition.

Find her on http://www.twitter.com/nakedvix or http://www.victoriarichards.co.uk1.

The Interview

1. What inspired you  to write poetry?

Having children sparked a burning need to write. I found myself turning to poetry at 3am, whilst feeding my first baby, at the time of night where it feels like you’re the only person awake in the world. I didn’t know where to put all of the intense emotions sparked by motherhood, and poetry provided an outlet.

2. Who introduced you to poetry?

I’d never written a poem before starting a creative writing MA at Birkbeck, University of London. I did a poetry module and was taught by the poet Martina Evans – and became instantly hooked.

3. How aware were you of the dominating presence of older poets?

‘Poetry’, in the sense of the traditional canon, belonged to old, dead, white men – or so I thought from what I was taught at school. Nothing could be further from the truth, however. I am constantly overwhelmed by the dazzling talent from the growing cohort of contemporary poets: many of them young, female, from BAME or LGBTQ+ backgrounds.

4. What is your daily writing routine?

I have one day a week set aside to write creatively. I do the school and nursery drop-offs first, then I head home to my ‘writing cave’ which is my special space. I might edit some poems, or start something new, or critique someone else’s work, or add something to my novel-in-progress. I work until 4pm, when I do the school and nursery pick-ups in reverse.

5. What motivates you to write?

Intense feeling: be it sadness, exasperation, worry or a dizzying sense of joy. When I feel something strongly, my first thought is to write it out. It’s both catharsis and a source of creativity.

6. What is your work ethic?

When I’m inspired by something I find it very hard to stop myself from working. This means that my writing routine is not entirely consistent – because I can go from ‘spilling out’ 20,000 words in one week, as I did while I was writing my first novel, to weeks where I don’t write but instead read and edit and wait for that burning desire to come back again.

7. How do the writers you read when you were young influence you today?

I was a prolific reader as a child – I probably didn’t do enough playing outside, because I always preferred reading. I was a total bore on holiday with my family because I wouldn’t want to do any ‘beach games’ or sports… why would you, when you’ve brought 14 books away with you for a week in the sun?! I loved Christopher Pike and Stephen King. I don’t write horror, but reading that genre in my youth taught me about pacing and how to tell a great story.

8. Who of today’s writers do you admire the most and why?

I’m floored by Sally Rooney, whose astute observation of what makes us human shines off the page. Ditto Deborah Levy – I would read anything she has to say, be it a novel, memoir or short story. Both writers have the ability to bring empathy, understanding and pathos to every line.

9. Why do you write?

Happiness. For me, writing is crucial to being happy. If I can’t write – if I don’t give myself that head space to think creatively – I find myself becoming glum and irritable. It’s a ‘need’, rather than a choice.

10. What would you say to someone who asked you “How do you become a writer?”

The first thing you need to do is: actually write. So many people say they’d ‘love’ to write a book, but the key is dedicating that time to doing it. Writing is a dream, but it’s also a discipline – and it’s hard work. There are days when the very last thing I feel like doing is writing, but I force myself to do it, to keep it all ticking along. Even if it’s only a few sentences. Writing competitions can also be a great way to get yourself on longlists or shortlists and to start getting noticed for your work.

11. Tell me about the writing projects you have on at the moment.

I’ve just had my first poetry book published by Nine Arches Press – I was one of three lucky winning poets selected for the Primers IV anthology. We have a programme of launches and readings taking place over the next few weeks, and the book is available here: http://ninearchespress.com/publications/poetrycollections/primers%20volume%20four.html.

My debut YA novel is out on submission via my agent, Julia Churchill at AM Heath Ltd, and I’m working on another.

 

My National Poetry Month challenge to myself has become a collaboration between synaesthetic artist Sammy-John, myself, Anjum Wasim Dar and Jay Gandhi: Day Thirty: A Pollution Shaped

Pollution

Pollution
Oil and household paint on calico

Pollution

TV antenna blocks the clear sky,
its connecting wires strangle
the Gulmohar tree & the videos
play hide & seek with my mind.

By Jay Gandhi

A Pollution Shaped

pollution twisted

by crooked pollution.

A plastic shaped

plastic twisted

by crooked plastic.

A landfill shaped

landfill twisted

by crooked landfill.

A carbon emission shaped,

carbon emission twisted

by crooked carbon emission.

A climate change shaped

climate change twisted

by crooked climate change.

A short term profit shaped

short term twisted

by crooked short term.

A word shaped

word twisted

by crooked word.

By Paul Brookes

Pollution
Netted turtles suffocating whales
fettered fish, life in the seas, no more
some fishermen’s tales, or of pirate ships
with towering sails, is now filled with
plastic tin can waste –
Smokey dust hangs everywhere, frightened
birds restlessly seek air, all clean, one large
falcon fell, and brought a 737 down to land,
real owner of the sky is the bird or the machine?
sunlight blocked, nothing pure nothing fresh to taste
Land weeps for flora and fauna, forests denuded
are falling to death, Dinosaurs long gone to rest
hope new ones don’t surface, as water is scarce
and plants depressed-
no more does the nightingale sing
so loud is the clang and hi-fi din
flowers are captives of terracotta pots
rubbish dumps growing are upto the chin
Colors all smudged reflect the Earth’s distortion
my heart pains at the planets destruction-
have we left a place free of pollution?
I wonder if ever we shall find a solution
May the Lord so merciful and gracious
forgive us for the dishonor and desecration.
2019 © CER    By    Anjum Wasim Dar

 

My National Poetry Month challenge to myself has become a collaboration between synaesthetic artist Sammy-John, myself, Anjum Wasim Dar and Jay Gandhi: Day Twenty-Nine: B Major Blue

B Major Blue

B Major Blue
Oil on canvas

B major blues

Badlapur Local # 11
In a first class compartment
there are blue seats having
soft cushion.

In a second class compartment
there are brown seats made of wood.
some people discuss
the others are contemplating
the next step to be taken
because the water supply
would be cut by the time
they reach home.

By Jay Gandhi

 

Let Me Pass Through

city walls
that bind all your threads together,

walk through this wood,
let your cityself take same walk, see
buildings as lone trees,

homeless hostel
is an oak, butchers
a willow that bends
down over the stream
where jammed traffic swims.

A dead bird breathes
animated by flies
is a man in the corner who sings
the blues to passers.

That fall of a leaf
tickertape homecoming parade.
Your pavement footfall
echoes in my forest.

2019 Paul Brookes

B Major Blues
Draped in green, the coffin
seemed to drift, on the swarmed
dark ocean of enslaved humanity
chanting choral cries, moaning
overtures sailed through the
bayoneted air
Yet another youth martyred
lifted to be lowered in sacred earth
grief sonorous reverberated from
depth to edge, from gorge to cliff
rainbows metamorphosed to the blues
Widowed women wailed
in cordoned courtyards, stood
shoulder to shoulder, gaped at
baleful death  in powerful sinews,
pain swayed in gown and hood
blood spoke red, shroud ached in
wailful lament, joyful symphonies
divorced forever from colorful
melodies  to perpetual  B Major Blues

2019 © CER      Anjum Wasim Dar

My National Poetry Month challenge to myself has become a collaboration between synaesthetic artist Sammy-John, myself, Anjum Wasim Dar and Jay Gandhi: Day Twenty-Eight: Wish You Were Here

Wish You were here

Wish you were here
Mixed media on wood

Blindfolded

the thunderous slap
awakens me
in the wee hours
even after 5 years.
the fingerprints
of that very slap
are punched
in the heart
of my mother.
All I told her was that
Dad is cheating.
Today again we start
our respective journeys—
one is in the guilt lanes
and other in the streets
of a denial.

By Jay Gandhi

Wish You Were Here
I thought writing would help
but it did not
I thought painting would comfort
but it did not
I thought coffee would be company
but it was not
I thought poetry would bring patience
but it did not
I thought the garden would bring joy
but it did not
I thought music would make me peaceful
but it did not
I thought moonlight would be serene
but it was not
I thought a book would talk to me
but it was silent

silence cuts sharply, my spirit struggles
to be free
eyes have let out every single tear
I just wish, just one little wish
I wish
I wish you were here.
2019 © CER    Anjum  Wasim Dar

When I Get It There

is a part of me
I wish was here.

leaps from rock to rock
with minimum effort,

Now being is not having
Not having becomes not

appearing
for appearances sake.

2019 Paul Brookes

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: David Roe

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews

I am honoured and privileged that the following writers local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers two options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger.

The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some surprises too. Some of these poets you may know, others may be new to you. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.

 

David Roe

Born in Derbyshire in the 60’s, David has lived in the North East since his early teens. An undiscovered dyslexic in his childhood, he became a secret writer for over 30 years. Conned into a poetry Slam in 2015, and not bound by the rules of literacy and education (he just never learned), David is a free and un-tethered writer and a refreshing new addition to the Spoken Word scene. David likes to think of himself as a “Northumbrian with a wonky accent”. With a mix of both comedy poems and more poignant pieces. Working as a Chimney Sweep, he gets to travel all of Northumberland, meeting a wide variety of people, both of which are a source of inspiration for his art. Sharing his work with audiences, David can be found gracing the stages throughout the North of England. Poet in residence for the wonderful Redefest held near Otterburn the first weekend in August every year, organising their poetry side of entertainment. His first short story Birth of a Legend was published in the collection of short stories “Grimmer Fairytales” published by Spectral Visions Press in October 2018 making him both an Author and a Poet.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Grimmer-Fairytales-Spectral-Visions-Press/dp/1727746740

The Interview

1. When and why did you start writing poetry?

In my early 20’s, i had a bad day at the office and got sent home to ‘think about my future’. I lived in North Shields at that time, so took a walk out to the old Tynemouth Priory, found a quiet bench and sat with my thoughts. A woman, mid 50’s sat next to me and we started to talk.We talked about everything, life, love, family etc, we even ordered pizza to the bench and stayed there till the early hours of the next day.I don’t think there was a ‘click/switch’ moment, but on looking back at my early scribbles, it was around that time i started to write.

2. Who introduced you to poetry?

Defo Dr Seuss and Pam Ayres. Exposed to both, the lyrical nature of their writing gave a struggling boy a love of words. We didn’t have TV as children, dad said it would ruin us, so reading was a common pastime.

3. How aware are and were you of the dominating presence of older poets traditional and contemporary?

Not remotely. I left school with only a CSE 3 in English because of my dyslexia, it hadn’t been invented back then, so i was an ‘awkward little bugger who wont write anything down’. I never reached the level in English where poetry was read or studied. I am still yet to read any of the masters. Poets and writers are painters, but instead of paint, we use words. I love the freedom of a blank canvas, not limited by education or rules. My writing and poems are an expression of me and my thoughts, not history or guidelines.

4. What is your daily writing routine?

I carry pencil and paper with me at all times, but I don’t write everyday. I’m a self employed chimney sweep and jobbing builder. I’m also one of these nuts who jumps out of bed at 5am every morning, and land running. Writing gets sort of slotted into the gaps of busy days, or days off.

5. What motivates you to write?

Over the years, I’ve grown to love words and not fear them. Writing helps me understand words and express myself. Many current topics cause me to write, i work regularly with a few charities that are close to my heart. I’m a people watcher and through my job i get to meet a huge range of people from all walks of life.

6. What is your work ethic?

I’m a very practical and grounded person who doesn’t tolerate fools gladly, and I hate ‘ditherers’, if you don’t do something, nothing will change. So drive is never a problem. My dad taught me that if you want something, you have to work for it, then it will hold greater value to you. The journey is as important as the prize

7. How do the writers you read when you were young influence you today?

Bill Bryson and Terry Pratchett. Both love to play with words, like Lego Masters constructing huge artworks. I think the love of words and play on words learnt from them both can be found in my work.

8. Whom of today’s writers do you admire the most?

Tess Gerritsen. I love her attention to detail as she builds the excitement of a story, she is one of the few writers who grip me

9. Why do you write, as opposed to doing anything else?

I couldn’t spell very well, so I wrote in secret for 30 years,  I knew the words, just didn’t know how to spell them, so I wrote to express the inner artist within me. I truly didn’t think anybody would ever be interested in anything I wrote. So writing helps me see both my own soul, and other peoples.

10. What would you say to someone who asked you “How do you become a writer?”

I don’t think anybody ‘becomes’ a writer. We are all poets, writers, dancers, singers, painters, musicians and lovers, the secret is finding the ones your good at. A very dear friend told me “Just write, it doesn’t matter what its about or whether anyone will see it. Just write, it trains the brain” I find that a mantra to live by.

11. Tell me about the writing projects you have on at the moment.

Just had my first short story published in Grimmer Fairytales late 2018. available on Amazon. Ive wrote my first novel, 14000 words, but its only at 1st edit stage, so i think that wont appear till 2020. Im currently writing a one man show which will form the backbone of a book launch later this year. It will be my 1st book of poetry which is currently with the publishers. And as always, i write for fun and many local projects with poems tumbling from my mad brain.

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Susan Millar DuMars

Wombwell Rainbow Interview

I am honoured and privileged that the following writers local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers two options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger.

The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some surprises too. Some of these poets you may know, others may be new to you. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.

naked_frontcover

Susan Millar DuMars
has published five collections, the most recent of which, Naked, came out in March of 2019.Susan is also a short story writer, author of American Girls(2007, Lapwing Press) and Lights in the Distance (2010, Doire Press); she’s at work on a new collection, Cameos. Born in Philadelphia, Susan lives in Galway where she and her husband Kevin Higgins have coordinated the Over the Edge readings series since 2003. She is the editor of the 2013 anthology Over the Edge: The First Ten Years (Salmon Poetry).
The Interview

1. Who introduced you to poetry?

My father read to me, and encouraged me to read, when I was small.  Lots of poems for children – Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses.  And Dr. Seuss, I loved him.  When I was eight, a teacher told us to each write a poem about our favorite color.  I chose red, and had so much fun writing it I then wrote a second one about orange.  I liked thinking about rhyme and counting syllables, it made me feel clever; and I very much liked writing down what I thought.  Pictures in words.

As a teenager, I wanted to write songs.  I idolized all the rock star poets, from Pete Townshend to Laurie Anderson to Joni Mitchell to John Lennon and on and on.  Unfortunately I’m not at all musical.  But I could write.

2. How aware were you of the dominating presence of older poets?

Apart from my crushes on rock gods, I also fancied myself to be in love with Percy Shelley.  This was ages 11-13.  He was lyrical and rebellious with a strong belief in justice.  My type!  I have teenage journals filled with quotes from Shelley.

Then came the short sharp shocks of Emily Dickinson and William Carlos Williams; the spiritual embrace of Walt Whitman; the mad rush from Ferlinghetti, Ginsberg, Di Prima.  Then Sexton, Plath, Olds and Iriguaray broke my head open.  In a good way.  I’ve been lucky, I’ve had many wonderful teachers who have led me to great writing – starting with my dad.

3. What is your daily writing routine?

I do not write every day.  Certain days are designated writing days (two or three/week during term, three or four when I’m not teaching).  I get up early, meditate, journal and then cross over into whatever project I’m on.  Sometimes at my desk, often on the bed.  I hand write everything first.  I try hard not to edit while writing.  Writing is for the first half of the day, editing is late afternoon-evening.  I write for as long as I’ve got. It could be ninety minutes, could be five hours.  I’m quite stubborn once I get started and I have to remind myself to stop at some point and eat.

4. What motivates you to write?

In my life now: a meeting of my poetry group, or an email from my publisher asking when she can expect new work, motivates me to write poems.  Teaching fiction motivates me to write fiction (otherwise I feel a fraud).  My husband Kevin talking about his work motivates me to have work of my own to talk about.  These are not deep motivations, but I think all writers need to build in these simple situational motivators too.  A writing competition deadline, an assignment due for a class.  We all need these.

On a deeper level…I write poetry to make sense of something.  I write fiction because I’ve noticed a story no one is telling, because its main character is female or poor or dismissible for some other reason.  Mostly I write to answer the question is it just me?

5. What is your work ethic?

Only to do everything to the best of my ability.  Otherwise, why bother?  And not to imitate anyone, including any of my former selves.  To be brave and honest.

6. How do the writers you read when you were young influence you today?

I return to them often for inspiration.  I read them and remember that initial excitement I felt about the dizzying power of language.

7. Who of today’s writers do you admire the most and why?

You know, I work with writers every day (my husband and I have run the Over the Edge readings series, in Galway, Ireland, for sixteen years).  So I’d prefer not to single anyone out. I admire writers who are unafraid to be different, to create their own weird cool, follow their own obsessions.  I love an original voice; they aren’t all that common.  I also appreciate writers who help other, newer writers – by teaching, mentoring, organizing readings or editing magazines.

9. Why do you write, as opposed to doing anything else?

Because I can’t play the guitar!

10. What would you say to someone who asked you “How do you become a writer?”

Write.  You can only learn by doing it.  Read loads, all different kinds of stuff, and set yourself exercises of imitating the elements of style you like.  Keep a journal, so you become used to expressing thoughts in written words.  Look for some form of community support.  A writers’ group, or a class, or open mic sessions, or conferences…anything that brings you into contact with others interested in writing.  When you feel ready, start submitting work to magazines and websites.  Accept feedback gracefully, while at the same time remembering that a rejection is not the final word on anything.  Your secret weapon is your experiences, your voice; no other writer has these.  So be yourself.

11. Tell me about the writing projects you have on at the moment.

Fiction: Cameos, a book of short stories (my third).  Each story is written from the point of view of a peripheral female character from a well known Gothic novel.  For example, in Irina, I’ve given the young female vampire in Dracula her own backstory (https://atticusreview.org/irina/ ).  I love the idea of giving voiceless women characters a chance to speak.  And I love Gothic; love, love monsters.  Savoring work on this project.

Poetry: I’ve just published my fifth poetry collection, Naked: New and Selected Poems  (https://www.salmonpoetry.com/details.php?ID=483&a=39).  It contains eighty four poems, the highlights of twenty five years I’ve worked as a published poet.  I recently had the great pleasure of launching the book at a Poetry Flash event in Berkeley, California; I got my MA at the University of San Francisco, so this was, in a sense, bringing those early poems back home.  Now I’m setting up events for the book in Ireland (where I’ve lived for twenty one years) and elsewhere.  The title refers to my policy of being brave and honest in my writing.  I’m so proud of Naked.

 

My National Poetry Month challenge to myself has become a collaboration between synaesthetic artist Sammy-John, myself, Anjum Wasim Dar and Jay Gandhi: Day Twenty-Seven: My Monet

Monet

Monet

My Monet

He abandons her as I abandon you.
Day after day strives to better capture

what he must, this sensation too quick
becomes that sensation, this telling moment

of light, of consequence. He lives
in perpetual debt. Scratches what he can

while debt collectors hammer down his door.
Like him all I can give is the family I neglect

to catch this colour of breath, these times
I will not see again as life flits by. Grief

behind and in front and with each step
outside the door a debt, a loss, a given.

2019 Paul Brookes

Monet

She loved vanilla,
eggs & snow.

Every night she

tracked the cusps

of the moon—

she died today;

she was wrapped

in whites as she

traversed the clouds.

By Jay Gandhi

My Monet,
He said Is
Charming adorable shining bright
one but in a constellation ,distant
difficult to decide, I moved  to  Yi
Ching cleromancy, whom shall I fancy?
My monet needs space, no one is
perfect, maybe the typical blonde
the smartest with ‘The Look’ so
loyal smart and an amazing cook
I dream of one, of varied trichitic
impressions, like a painting visible,
unusual visual from distant scape
sparkling in form, a classy inscape,
My monet I found much to my joy
a painted expression, soon discovered
in dismay, colored over lines ‘n contours
was just another classic artistic  impression.

2019 © CER       Anjum Wasim Dar

My National Poetry Month challenge to myself has become a collaboration between synaesthetic artist Sammy-John, myself, Anjum Wasim Dar and Jay Gandhi: Day Twenty-Six: A B Minor

B Minor

B Minor

B minor
        Bee is
huMming,
buzzIng—
HoNey
yellOw
nectaR

By Jay Gandhi

A B Minor

I am the key
of patience,
A judgement comes

through that door.
I am the key
to that door.

I am the calm
awaits fate.
I submit

to your divine
dispensation.
You turn my key

to unlock your door
to my judgement.
You use me.

2019 Paul Brookes

B Minor

One by one, they fall, three
in all, more maybe,
silently they wave farewell
To the tree, descending to land on the ground-
over and over they go
round and round,
The tree is still, bravely the loss it will bear, without a sigh without a tear,
submitting to divine will,
ever ready for submission, think a while, what can happen –
surely after Winter Spring will come,
All emerging from hibernation, to begin afresh
A rejuvenation.

2019,©️CER. Anjum Wasim Dar

My National Poetry Month challenge to myself has become a collaboration between synaesthetic artist Sammy-John, myself, Anjum Wasim Dar and Jay Gandhi: Day Twenty-Five: The Jug Choir

 

The Jug Choir

The Jug Choir
Mixed media on calico

The Jug Choir

Sing into these Bellarmine jugs
daubed with faces of bearded men,
‘Witch Bottes’, the body of the male vessels filled with urine,
bent nails and votive cloth hearts,
to cause pain to any ‘witch’ that poses a threat.

What colours of song?
Ritual embedded in acts of violence.

2019 Paul Brookes

 

By Jay Gandhi

The Jug Choir

Bring me the washtub, the washboard, spoons
some bones a jug and a lyre
It is time to blow with the jug choir
A relic from Sirkap Valley
a precious pitcher from Taxila
a blue jar from old Jaulian
Adding  to all these, the Ozark Harp
would make all the A,G,C, minors, sharp
unique antiquarian rhythm with Indo-Pak alap

2019 © CER     Anjum Wasim Dar