Liz Bassett poems at wordhappening

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

A blustery day at home working my way through lecture notes and feeding washing through the machine. From the top of the garden I can look out across the sea to Arran and watch the clouds blowing in. Most of our weather seems to come in from the west and today it's curling the sheets over and over on the line. I love the way all the birds (field birds and seabirds) seem to get muddled up here. When I sat on the bench looking at the sea I could hear a robin (like a coin chipping away at a glass, but wetter!) and when I turned around to look into the field behind the house it was full of seagulls.

: Name: Liz Bassett; Location: Glasgow, United Kingdom

Liz Bassett writes poems about skies and elephants and the occasional ship. In her poems people fall asleep under their duvet and wake up under lines of migrating geese, and in love. Her poems have been placed in the Bridport competition, short listed for the Plough Prize, and been published by The Red Wheelbarrow, Agenda Broadsheet, White Leaf Review, The Guardian Poetry Workshop, and in the anthologies My Mother Threw Knives (Second Light Publications), Solitaire (Templar Poetry)and New Poets from Britain and America (White Leaf Press). She is a reviewer for Sphinx (HappenStance Press). Her pamphlet 'How to Wire a Life for Love' is available from Knucker Press.

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