David Mac

Biography

I’m a 33-year-old forklift driver who lives deep in the Bedfordshire Hell. My work has been accepted by: Ambit, Weyfarers, The Journal, Mud Luscious, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Poetry Over Coffee, United Press, Monkey Kettle, Clockwise Cat, Burning Houses, Urban District Writer, erbacce, Purple Patch, Urban Landscapes, Neon Highway, KRAX, Moodswing, Decanto, Antique Children, Danse Macabre, Word Riot, Global Tapestry Journal, Obsessed With Pipework, The Delinquent, Broken Wine, Sarasvati, Dawntreader, Heroin Love Songs, Horror Sleaze Trash, Blackheart Magazine, Negative Suck, Naughty Girl X, Streetcake, Howls & Pushycats, as well has being a featured poet on The Poetry Kit’s ‘Caught On The Net’. I was also voted Monkey Kettle’s Poet of the Year 2009, somehow! I have several self-published chapbooks, as well as ‘These Dirty Nothings’ and 'Room Is Brutal' both from erbacce-press. New collection due out with Knives Forks & Spoons Press. All chapbooks available from my email address or from erbacce-press.

Samples

Black Night Thing This black night is like any other time of day, it’s how you handle it that matters. This black night, it’s what you do with it that counts, what you do to it that goes all the way: how you learn, how you shake, how you remember the daylight, how you take in all that blackness, as if it’s madness, and for a moment you’re not so lost, like you’re right there and the darkness just screams out. ################################# Stay with me till morning Because the night eats everything And this town’s been getting Cold for Too long now Don’t leave me alone with This awful darkness Smiling like it Knows something The cruel shadows will stab Intrude Creep in, looking They can keep the lot but Won’t lay a finger On us Write you name luminescent Glowing naked in All this blackness I need to prove it To the daylight That you were here That you were Real Let’s make this night Last It’s the way the Dawn hits That really takes Our breath away In this blue room I tremble And I want to know Do you tremble too? ############################## Somewhere the Sun Somewhere along the way The gods ended and The madmen took over everything Somewhere along the way The poets leapt like tigers Or wanted to The clock faces smiled The darkness was unexplainable And the blues crept in When your back was turned But it’s no problem Only the sun knows What’s on the other side The trick is to hammer it out True To let it all fall away The trick is to never know To feel it raw Opening out around you Like there’s nothing left to lose The trick is to get it down On the line Just right And not to worry In time you’ll make it through And it will be good In time you’ll turn everything Into words ################################ The Bluest Blues Listen to the blueness there’s nothing left but this blue haze everywhere this blue haze in blue air this blue room in which I sit feeling the blue come down around me over everything envelops blows blue sad empty like there’s no other kind of colour

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Blog entries by David Mac

The Grand National Makes Us Weep (11/04/2015)

Public Transport (11/04/2015)

Length & Girth (15/09/2011)

One Bum To Another (11/09/2011)

The Agony of the Flame (05/09/2011)

when that daylight hit us again (inspired by Gareth Writer-Davies' Junk poem) (27/03/2011)

The End of my Soul on Saturday Nights (24/03/2011)

After All The Fucking Shit Has Already Fucking Hit You (17/03/2011)

Buy Me Books, Buy Me Books (14/03/2011)

For You, Babe (13/03/2011)

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