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Georgina Titmus

Updated: Fri, 4 Oct 2024 04:58 pm

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Biography

Sixty-something Georgina left home at 16, lived in London, Sydney, Toronto, Cardiff; worked in hotels, a care home, as an assistant warden for the YHA. In her late twenties she took 'A' Levels before graduating in Philosophy from Durham University. She lives in Cornwall and sees for her sight-impaired husband. She's been published in: The Journal, South, Orbis, The Frogmore Papers, Runcible Spoon, The Moth, Into the Void, Fenland Poetry Journal, Shot Glass Journal, Briefly Write, Dreich, Reach, The Pomegranate, Full House Literary & others. She's twice been shortlisted for the Bridport Prize. In the 1990s she co-wrote the sitcom Satellite City with Boyd Clack (under her previous name of Jane Clack); broadcast on BBC Wales.

Samples

1984 we hear the sound of breaking glass three floors up in our rented room / friday nights saturdays. screams. the landlord channels rachman: faulty electric heater / rigged coin meter / warhol soup on a one-ring hotplate / mildewed paranoia. we fear the sound of breaking lives— three floors up in our rented slum. screams / diamond dog dreams. sundays are quiet. First published - Fenland Poetry Journal A Seagull Like characters in a Chekhov play, we slight each other, fan ourselves, complain. A seagull, feathered adolescent grey, deflowers soft tarmac; entrails pressed into memory. Oh, this heat. First published - Orbis In this house the usual timings have gone to seed; breakfast is indistinguishable from later meals. Lavender has colonized the path, wheelchair tracks crush its cloy heads; a potpourri of quiet desperation. In this house there are many rooms; each is empty in its own way. First published - The Journal Last bus A streetlamp yellow, a Hopper cadmium; fluorescing the raincoat evening. Painted wooden figures board a child’s push along toy; patient brushstroke faces—going home. First published - Reach The Hadal Zone Unfathomably alien, darkly devoid; bioluminescences bloom. Maritime miasma, spawning desolation; abyssal gametes fuse. Primordial nomads, enraptured by depth; freakshow exquisite in gloom. Blind mouths feed. First published - Hedgehog Poetry Press

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