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Mark Kilburn

Cathedral Swans was published in Call & Response, an anthology of poems celebrating Worcester Cathedral (Black Pear Press 2020)

The Child We Can Never Have was published in Contour magazine, February 2018.

Billy Ulysses... was runner up in Abc's Poem of the Year award, 2014.

Spring was highly commended in the 2012 Larkin-East Riding poetry competition

The Ghost of Milton Friedman... won the 2012 Abc poetry competition

Nicolaus Copernicus... was published in Gold Dust Anthology, 2012

The Poet Laid Bare was published in The Big Issue, 2011

A Tea Box... was a prize-winner in the MIND poetry competition 2010

Leipzig was chosen for the 2005 Midland Arts Centre 'Short Cuts' readings & subsequently published in Gold Dust magazine, 2006


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My stories

Poem of the week

Juno In Her Birthing House

Roof tiles flayed by a blunt north wind; a standpipe spews drain-water like a Saturday night lush. Upstairs (in her secret temple) Juno sleeps on a silk birthing bed

A Scriptual Geologist And His Daughter Admire The Malvern Hills

Today young earth is bathed in His best gold the warm hillocks shaped by Creation and Flood - perfect arcs and angel-trees moulded by His own hand. The earth is a reflection

Afternoons In The Love Museum

The sleeping head of a hanged drayman preserved in a bell jar. The ghost of his wife stares through glass, the dusty crevices of the building heavy with age,

Childhood's End

Adam strapped in the patient's chair, a sugar-coated phial loaded between his teeth. Dr Wu drilling key-holes into soft crowns of skull, injects fizzy sherbert
Poem of the week


(i) Voyager in his long coat and valance hat uncovering the caulked boat among the reeds. Like a sodden cardinal he unfolds the blade, hides it within the binding of his pouch.