Welcome to the first poetic voice of 2026. February is a special month as I celebrate my birthday AND i get to share work from an incredible poet and man.
I first encountered this Poetic Voice sharing his work on the weekly PoemsAbout prompts supplied Broken Spine on Bluesky, finding his poetry smart and accessible and full of wonderful phrasing and incredible language. Then I heard him read at an Open Mic and I was blown away with his performance, he performs with an vigour and gravitas and if you get the chance to hear him read his work, do take it – he often shares his recordings on social media. I’ve been fortunate enough to strike up a real connection with him.
So with further ado, allow me to introduce the excellent Paul Connolly. Find him on Bluesky at @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social.
Paul Connolly has written verse all his life but turned more serious attention to it about fifteen years ago, having set aside his Orwell Prize-longlisted satirical blog. Since then he has had well over 100 poems published in poetry magazines and online periodicals across the globe. He was third in the Magna Carta Poetry Competition, highly commended in the Sentinel Prize, and has a Charles Causley Prize shortlisting and two for the Bridport Prize (as well as a Bridport longlisting in the novel category). Last year, he was among the finalists for the Walking at Night writing prize and received a Best of the Net nomination. He is now seeking a publisher for his first poetry collection and his two novels.
Across the month I will be showcasing a bumper four poems from Paul, starting with two today that showcase Paul’s range.
This is ‘Late Summer Walk’.
Poem 2 is titled ‘Graduation’.
Remember to bookmark this post and return on Tuesday 10th February to read a further piece from Paul.
And here we are. The final month of a year, that has gone by far too fast. It feels like only yesterday, I was taking decorations down in January, however only yesterday I was putting the decorations back up for the festive season.
As we’re in a new month, a new Poetic Voice has arrived. And I am ecstatic that this month in The Book Bag, I am featuring the work of a poetry superstar… Sophie Dumont. I first found Sophie’s poetry through the excellent Chris Campbell and became a fan instantly. Then I read the background to her debut book Sculling, and I reached out pretty much immediately for Sophie to be a Poetic Voice. Sculling is a profound debut collection. It has challenged my way of thinking and is quite brilliant.
Sophie Dumont is a writer based in Bristol. Her debut collection Sculling was published on National Poetry Day October 2025 and has since featured in the Guardian, Sunday Times Style and Financial Times. Her poetry won the Brian Dempsey Memorial Prize and has been published in The Rialto, Magma,The Moth, Ink Sweat and Tears and Mslexia among others.
She has an MA in Creative Writing from Bath Spa University and has held writing residencies along Bristol Harbourside with Boat Poets and Exeter Quay through Literature Works. Find out more at www.sophiedumont.co.uk
Sculling is published by Corsair (who kindly provided the rights to use poems from the collection) and can be purchased here.
The first poem, is ‘Ghazal for when I think of you, I think of me’.
One of the main themes in Sculling is how one can live on through a selfless act of organ donation by saving others. Because of this, I wanted to raise some awareness for Organ Donation, which is a vital service that can help save lives. In the UK, information can be accessed here: https://www.organdonation.nhs.uk/.
Where are these December days going? It feels like only yesterday I was sharing the first part of Sophie’s feature.
Today, I am sharing another stunning piece from Sculling, titled ‘Celandine’. I am so grateful that Sophie is sharing work from her excellent debut collection.
Today I am sharing the piece ‘instinct of a glass eel’. This poem really struck me when I read it in Sculling and is definitely one of my favourites in the collection.
Sculling is one of my personal picks in The Book Bag Christmas Gift List which can be found here. Sculling is available to buy here.
November, here we are. The fiery palate outside makes me think this year is burning through time. Where did October go?
With a new month, comes a new Poetic Voice and I am beyond thrilled to be able to announce and welcome to The Book Bag, Rebecca Goss, a poet I have long regarded as exceptional, especially for her poetry of place. It was excellent to hear Rebecca receive much deserved mainstream recognition from Frank Skinner on his podcast a couple of months ago, listen here.
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Rebecca Goss is the author of four full-length collections. Her second collection, Her Birth, (Carcanet, 2013) was shortlisted for several prizes including the 2013 Forward Prize for Best Collection. She is the winner of the Sylvia Plath Prize 2022. Her latest collection Latch (Carcanet, 2023) was shortlisted for the Creative Suffolk Author Award, 2025. She works as a poetry mentor, and is a Writing for Life Fellow with the Royal Literary Fund, in NHS Recovery Colleges. She is current Poet in Residence for CW+, the official charity of Chelsea and Westminster Hospital NHS Foundation Trust.
Follow Rebecca on Instagram @gosspoems
This month I will be sharing a few pieces from Rebecca’s collection, ‘Latch’ available to buy from Carcanet here which previously is a A London Review Bookshop Book of the Year and has been longlisted for the Longlisted for the New Angle Prize for Literature 2025. Carcanet have kindly provided rights for me to share images and poetry.
The first poem I will be sharing from Latch is ‘The Farm’
As promised, and graciously shared by Rebecca, this is ‘Weir’ from the collection ‘Latch’.
I want to thank Rebecca for sharing this bonus piece from ‘Latch’. This is one of my personal favourites in the collection and it is a real privilege to be able to share ‘The Hounds’.
Remember, you can here Frank Skinner discussing ‘Latch’ on his podcast here. You can buy ‘Latch’ here. It would make an excellent gift for poetry lovers.
Can someone tell me how it is October already. Autumn colours arrived early this year and it seems like the nights are drawing in quicker each day. And with a new month, comes a new Poetic Voice to feature as part of The Book Bag: Poetic Voices.
This feature aims to platform and showcase exemplary work from writers I admire across the poetic landscape and runs concurrently with the regular weekly episodes of The Book Bag where I’ll still be sharing thoughts on pamphlets or collections I’ve read through the week.
This month, I am thrilled to announce that our Poetic Voice this month is the prize-winning, super-talented, Carson Wolfe.
Carson Wolfe is a Mancunian poet and Grand Prize Winner of The Disquiet Literary Program 2024. They will soon graduate with an MFA from The Manchester Writing School, and are currently finishing their first novel. Their poetry has appeared with Poetry Magazine, The Rumpus, The Common, and Rattle. Their new chapbook Coin Laundry at Midnight is forthcoming with Button Poetry in spring 2026.
I first read Carson’s work in The North and Northern Gravy and was blown away by their work, then I read more and more. Fast forward to now and I am so happy that Carson accepted my invitation.
I’ll be sharing a few pieces from Carson over the month. Kicking off with ‘While Wishing She Was Dancing To Kate Bush’ originally published in the Best New Poets Anthology 2024.
A little later than planned, here’s poem 2 from the exceptional Carson Wolfe. First appearing in POETRY Magazine July/August 2025, this is SILICON VALLEY, IN THE BACKSEAT OF A TESLA.
Here is the 3rd poem from Carson. Originally published in The Baltimore Review, this is ‘Strange Baby’.
STRANGE BABY
He locked his doors— the guy who braked
at my outstretched thumb. His name was Froggy. He drove
in the opposite direction to Georgetown,
is the temperature ok? he turned the radio dial,
what music do you like? A white crab
pearled in his headlights, he got out, knelt
on its shell. I could have run at that point,
but his car was air conditioned, I had nowhere
to be. He pulled a rope from his back pocket, turned
its pincers into its own face and bound them there.
I’ll cook you dinner, he said, and lumped the salted moon
onto my lap. It squirmed against my thighs,
this strange baby, looking to me for a mother.
I don’t eat animals, I said. It’s not an animal, he drove
on in the stink of rockpool fizz. The island only has
one road, I told myself we’d loop round eventually.
He pulled into a hotel, abandoned mid-construction.
Bare cement, windows gaping like mouths. I wouldn’t touch
the crab, was grateful when he tossed it
in the back. I stepped out into the evening shrill
of insects. Dizzied by the delicate racket
of wings rubbed together —he took out a knife
and cleared a path for me to reach a secret beach.
The sunset is pretty, like you, he said. Like me? I smiled.
Like you, he said, down on one knee.
To pre-order Carson’s forthcoming chapbook, you can do so here. I can’t wait for its release. An early birthday present to me from me!
Well here we are in September. And with a new month, comes a new Poetic Voice to feature as part of The Book Bag: Poetic Voices. This feature aims to platform and showcase exemplary work from writers I admire across the poetic landscape and runs concurrently with the regular weekly episodes of The Book Bag where I’ll still be sharing thoughts on pamphlets or collections I’ve read through the week.
And this month, I am amazed to announce the Poetic Voice is the exceptionally talented prize-winning poet, someone I’ve read since starting my poetry journey, Pascale Petit.
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Pascale Petit was born in Paris and lives in Cornwall. She has published nine poetry collections, four of which were shortlisted for the TS Eliot Prize. Her ninth, Beast, published by Bloodaxe Books in 2025, is a Poetry Book Society Recommendation. Her eighth, Tiger Girl (Bloodaxe, 2020), was shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best Collection, and for Wales Book of the Year. Her seventh, Mama Amazonica (Bloodaxe, 2017), won the RSL Ondaatje Prize and the inaugural Laurel Prize for eco-poetry and was the Poetry Book Society Choice. Her debut novel, My Hummingbird Father, was published by Salt in 2024.
This month, I am sharing the below piece from Pascale’s latest collection ‘Beast’, available here from Bloodaxe Books. This is ‘The Lammergeier Daughter’.
Beast Micro Book Bag Review
As part of this month’s feature, I’ve written a micro review of Pascale’s collection.
The collection explores a range of emotions and experiences through beasts in various environments and forms. With such range comes an expanse of vivid surreal imagery that lifts itself from the page. The book deals with trauma with defiance and resilience acting as counterpoints.
It should come as no surprise that the language throughout the collection is precise and rich. Form varies from prose in ‘The Tala Zone’ of the book to the use of space in ‘Ode To Causse Méjean With Takhi Horses’ to the couplet form in ‘Papa Guêpier’.
As well as ‘The Lammergeier Daughter’ other poems including ‘Butcherbirds’, ‘Swallows’, ‘Vial’, ‘Roebuck’ and ‘Pale-winged Trumpeters’ are among my favourites. I could list at least 10 more.
Beast is an exquisite collection and is in my top five books, I’ve read this year.
Regular readers will know that The Book Bag shares a playlist for the weekly entry, so I thought I’d add an eclectic one here also…. Charlie Parker – Koko George Benson – Everything Must Change Florence And The Machine – Dog Days Are Over John Coltrane – Giant Steps Louis Armstrong – Snake Rag Stravinsky – The Rite Of Spring Oliver Nelson – Ain’t A Thing Johnny Cash – The Beast In Me Kings Of Leon – Closer Imagine Dragons- Radioactive
Welcome to the second instalment of a new feature as part of The Book Bag. Poetic Voices will feature a different poet every month. This feature aims to platform and showcase exemplary work from writers I admire across the poetic landscape and will run concurrently with the regular weekly episodes of The Book Bag where I’ll still be sharing thoughts on books I’ve read in the week.
This month, I am delighted to share this writer’s work. Someone who I have enjoyed following since I began writing poetry (‘The Craft’ was one of the first books I read to help my style and approach), I am delighted to announce that the featured poetic voice for August 2025 is … Rishi Dastidar.
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Rishi Dastidar’s poetry has been published by the Financial Times, New Scientist and the BBC, amongst many others. His third collection, Neptune’s Projects (Nine Arches Press), was longlisted for the Laurel Prize, and a poem from it was included in The Forward Book of Poetry 2024. He is also editor of The Craft: A Guide to Making Poetry Happen in the 21st Century (Nine Arches Press), and co-editor of Too Young, Too Loud, Too Different: Poems from Malika’s Poetry Kitchen (Corsair). He reviews poetry for The Guardian and is chair of Wasafiri. His latest publication is A hobby of mine (Broken Sleep Books).
Over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing pages from Rishi’s latest book ‘A Hobby Of Mine’ available from Broken Sleep here. Our first instalment is from page 9.
The next instalment of Rishi’s hobbies will be added on August 10th 2025.
Here we are as promised, taking in some more of Rishi’s hobbies from his book A Hobby Of Mine. You can find more on Rishi at his website here which includes links to his socials including Instagram, which is consistently great to follow. Without further ado….
So here I am a day late (due to technical issues) to share a third list of Rishi’s hobbies as part of this months Poetic Voice from his latest collection ‘A Hobby Of Mine’ available from Broken Sleep here. This list comes from page 37.
I have laughed so hard at some of these hobbies that ‘a hobby of mine’ is reading Rishi’s book and pointing out similar hobbies! Thanks Rishi!
Welcome to the first instalment of a new feature as part of The Book Bag. Poetic Voices will feature a different poet every month. This feature aims to platform and showcase exemplary work from writers I admire across the poetic landscape and will run concurrently with the regular weekly episodes of The Book Bag where I’ll still be sharing thoughts on books I’ve read in the week.
So without further ado, our featured Poetic Voice for June 2025 is Matthew M.C. Smith. A man who does so much for poets across the world and an incredible poet in his own right. If you’ve read The Keeper Of Aeons Book Bag article, you’ll know I’m a big fan.
Matthew M. C. Smith is a writer from the east of Swansea, the industrial heartland of the city. He has a PhD on Robert Graves and Celticism. He is widely published and his work can be read in Poetry Wales, Arachne Press, These Pages Sing, The Gower Society Journal, Atrium Poetry and Acropolis Journal. Matthew is writing his own novel of The Odyssey, hoping to complete a final draft in 2025. He is campaigning for the return of the “Welsh Elgin Marbles” – the Red Lady of Paviland – back to Swansea from Oxford.
Matthew loves everything Star Wars, Welsh Rugby, collecting signed poetry books and 60s/ 70s vinyl. He can be found on long time-travelling walks in Gower and the Welsh hills and coastline.
His last poetry collection was The Keeper of Aeons (Broken Spine, 2022). In 2024, he read with Owen Sheers and Matthew Hollis.
Matthew edits Black Bough, the Silver Branch project and TopTweetTuesday. He is on Twitter, Bluesky, Facebook, Insta/ Threads.
Not a Mirror
and its flat, flipped impression, not the containing frame. Not the predictable form of self, presented, out there, thinned in depth.
She wants to hold her hologram, through passages of gold out into the uncaring city: through mindless mountains, the ocean's unthinking, frayed edge, bearing its fierce blue flicker like a bust of Nefertiti, unflipped, uncontained, filling heart-sized height and depth.
She wants to hold its crackle like an offering to be placed at the sanctuary of a future self.
Green Man
Mist drifts through webs, rain-flecked.
From the house, from the ivy way, all paths spiral, shadowed by green ruins, unravelled to the sky and beyond, the forest is ghost.
Walk through the night, walk to your rest, kneel under the beat moon and the pitiless stars and look upon the Green Man, moss-cheeked, ivy-bearded, who stares, deathless, through you.
Today, I’m sharing the following poignant and important piece by Matthew.
Colouring the Birds of Gaza
In a gallery in Swansea children are colouring in paper birds, each one a symbol of a child killed in Gaza.
Crayons are clenched, tiny fists of protest, pencils propped in the pressing triangle of fingers and thumb.
Ask them, the children always know the truth.
It's about power. Violence breeds hatred. No-one can ever win. Everyone should be free. Stop the War.
This is not the poem. This is almost nothing. Look, instead at the paper birds, the children fixing wings on the glass that crinkle in the sunlight.
I am delighted to share another poem from Matthew MC Smith today (30/06/2025).
Your Sundown is Electric
Tonight, I will imagine one sky and your hand reaching up, your fingers touching the shimmer with whatever’s left in you.
You give the remains of your palette’s freedom, watching it trail through the sky, like a comet’s sinking tail.
Your heart is as long as the earth, it could be forever, it cannot go – a shock of joy before the low hum of earth things and the stars’ iron wheel, so distant from the wild streak of your wide eyes, the intake of your breath.
Tonight, I will imagine one sky and that you are that outstretched finger, as you sit on that step, in a hallway flooded by light, looking upwards,
your sundown is electric.
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