Dominic Fisher Poetry
“As if a tree could stutter briefly into being
lose all its leaves then vaporise”
Bonfire Night from a Loft Window
Born in Frome in Somerset, and growing up on a hill just south of Bath, I went to secondary school in Bristol, and wrote poems and climbed trees instead of playing football. After falling off my bike a lot I studied Keats and Coleridge, the blues and psychedelia, the repeal of the Corn Laws, and William Turner. I studied Art and English at Aberystwyth University, trained to teach there too, and for a time I lived on the Dyfi estuary in a green railway carriage.
I don’t remember when I started writing poems, and I’ve never really stopped, but thirty years of teaching English language did slow things up. My first teaching job was in Turkey. I left there in 1980, just in time to miss one coup d’etat but catch a failed one in Spain, where I met my wife, a New Zealander, in a small town near Barcelona. We settled in Bristol and produced a Bristolian.
In the 80s and 90s poems of mine were published in magazines and anthologies, but it wasn’t until I stopped teaching that I gave poetry the attention it needed. In recent years my poems have appeared in Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Magma, Brittle Star, Raceme, South Bank Poetry, The Interpreter’s House, Under the Radar, Black Nore Review, and Poetry Wales, among others. They’ve been broadcast and successful in competitions, and I was the winner of the Bristol Poetry Prize 2018. I co-edit Raceme magazine, I’m a member of performance group The IsamBards. And on our allotment we see foxes, sparrows, and sometimes a sparrowhawk.
My first collection, The Ladies and Gentlemen of the Dead, was published by The Blue Nib in 2019. And my second, A Customised Selection of Fireworks, was published by Shoestring Press in 2022.
With thanks to Cathy Fisher for cover art for both books and on this site.
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