Sunday, September 11, 2011

poetry snapshots: chris kinsey





FLINT


(With a line

by Wallace Stevens.)



“And nothing need be explained,”

said the stone,

sea-spittle drying.



Not knapped,

nor chipped

to blade or arrowhead.



Not struck for sparks

nor saved for slingshot,

but fingered



out of a shingle bed

and cradled in a palm,

on a morning where gulls,



whiter than Sizewell’s vanishing globe,

nestle into footprints

the crunch has walked from.












Since winning an Arts Council of Wales bursary for new writing in 2000, Chris Kinsey has been a freelance writer, tutor, and rescuer of greyhounds. Her previous books are Kung Fu Lullabies and Cure for a crooked smile, both published by Ragged Raven Press. Swarf, published by Smokestack Books, will be launched on 15th September at the Oriel Davis Gallery.
Her stage play, Feathering the Dark, was shown at Aberystwyth Arts Centre and her short play, I and I, at Venue Cymru. She writes a regular Nature Diary for Cambria and occasionally for Natur Cymru. Chris has read at the Ledbury and Hay festivals, and her work has been featured on BBC Radio 4 and Radio Wales. She is currently Writer-in-residence at Oriel Davies Gallery.






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