Dominic Fisher Poetry
“As if a tree could stutter briefly into being
lose all its leaves then vaporise”
Bonfire Night from a Loft Window
Welcome
I’m from the south-west of England originally, grew up in Bath, studied in Wales, and taught English language in Turkey and Spain before settling in Bristol to do the same. I’ve written poetry for a long time but only in recent years has it become what I do most. Results in recent years have been publication in a wide variety of magazines, success in competitions – and the collections further down this page. There’s more about this in the bio section of this site, and please contact me if you would like talk about a reading or collaboration.
A Customised Selection of Fireworks
This collection of poems, published by Shoestring Press in 2022, is a movement of poems from inside to outside, from past to possible future, from memory of a rich natural world to mourning for its loss. It is an exploration of identity and a celebration of language.


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The Ladies and Gentlemen of the Dead
This collection of poems, published by The Blue Nib in 2019, explores ways the living and the dead meet — for lunch, in an artwork, on an allotment, in the city. We meet poets, artists, and others engaged in the struggles and contradictions of their own times, and encounter challenges from our own.
Events
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November
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November
Silver Street Poetry
with Nina Parmenter
St Stephen’s Church,
21 St Stephen’s Street
Bristol BS1 1EQ
Time: 12.30 pm
Donation on the door
7
August
Fountain Poets
The Kings Head, High Street Wells BA5 2SG
Time: 7.00 pm
donation £3 on the door
Blog
Red bird and Heron
Is poetry any help at the moment as we process the news: the crisis in Israel and Palestine, war in Ukraine, and elsewhere, not forgetting the threat of extinction …
Not burning in Wells
I’m going to go incandescent … no, no, here’s a picture of a flower, and I’m not going not look at the news today about the world burning while politicians … stop, no, here’s something about Fountain Poets in Wells because …
Among bees
Some rain has come as respite, this early July, the flowers we had this hottest June on record, went some way to counter the climate-dread ….