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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

Dyssomnia on the Cross

Today, done up like a kipper, forgiveness belongs elsewhere. From his vantage point he sees a range of yellow hills - the vistas of lost childhood - the city walls and scrubland beyond.

January 30th, 1649

She dips her kerchief into a pool of still-warm blood. It is the holy blood of the king and it will stain her cotton lace. Giddy at the sight of it she pushes through the wailing crowd,

Her Prayer Mat

Green, the colour of Mohammed. Green, the sacred colour of paradise. Its tassled edges fringe the niche - the mihrab - that points the way. The arch-shape,
Poem of the week

In Memoriam: Fabienne Cherisma

(i) We are thinking of you - January in the dusty market, Port-au-Prince. In our thoughts the sun is high and there is laughter, always laughter. You turn to your sister

Nature's Alchemy

In January she scatters her wares: the white confetti of winter, the sugary ice-moons that reflect the afternoon sun. She falls from the sky, mixing wind and rain, transmuting