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Rhys Owain Williams
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Writer of poetry, fiction and other things | That Lone Ship (Parthian Books) | Hay Festival Writer At Work | He/Him | rhysowainwilliams.com
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Reminded on Instagram that the hometown launch of my first book was 6 years ago today. Great night in the TechHub Cafe in Swansea and had this lovely write up on the Parthian blog the next day: parthianbooksinternblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/18/the-launch-of-that-lone-ship-by-rhys-owain-williams

Me reading from That Lone Ship to a crowd at TechHub Cafe in Swansea in September 2018. I am on a stage with a microphone and still have hair on my head.
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One for the Swansea ’eds: is this logo for the slowly-disappearing St. David’s Shopping Centre by the same artist as the much-loved Penscynor Wildlife Park car sticker, or is it just of the same time? Have only just clocked the similarities.

A stylised depiction of St. David on the sign for the St. David’s Shopping Centre car park in Swansea
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No matter what I do it seems that I will always confuse Brian Eno for Phil Spector and I can’t apologise enough to Brian Eno for that

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Still can’t quite believe the tragic and unexpected news that Christopher Cornwell has passed away. Chris was such a warm-hearted and generous person – a champion of other writers and a wonderful poet who loved to test the boundaries of form in his constellation-like poems. RIP Chris x

Christopher Cornwell stands in front of the ornate doors of Swansea’s Guildhall. He has long dark hair and a beard and is writing on a piece of paper.
A poem from Christopher Cornwell’s collection ‘ergasy’. The text reads: 

SA20DNCB250BE
Brynmill/Burwell

- for lan Kalinowski

In Swansea,
the seagulls rest like grudges on ridges 
cl filament solder scar fuse last rim of light fusing :
a rivulet of milk in a crease of leather.
The Methodist church huddles the hunch 
like grandmother washing lettuce, 
unaware of being watched,
the arcs of mews barnacle its shoulder 
pulled by, fuelled by, the fuel:
the strong-smelling lost for things,
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It's #WorldPoetryDay, so I’m going to share some of my favourite 300-character-friendly poems throughout the day. (If your poem is featured in this thread and you'd prefer it not to be, let me know).

A much-anticipated second collection from one of Wales’ best poets, out in April but now up for pre-order via Verve Poetry Press. Can’t wait to read this – clare’s poetry performances are legendary but will be great to see her work gathered together on the page again.

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Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus! Spending this St. Dai’s Day listening to Angharad’s brilliant debut ‘Motherland’. An album that takes a trip across genres – from disco-infused pop to fireside folk, spoken-word jazzscapes to foot tapping funk. Check it out on Spotify, Bandcamp, etc.

A vinyl record propped up against a vase of daffodils on a table in a blue room. The cover says ‘Angharad Motherland’ and has a photograph of Angharad beneath the writing.
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Going through my list of places to submit work and so sad to see how many magazines and journals have ceased to be this last year. A sea of indefinite hiatuses, dead websites and final notes from the editors. I know lit mags often come and go but this feels bigger than that.

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Rhys Owain Williams
@rhysowainwilliams.bsky.social
Writer of poetry, fiction and other things | That Lone Ship (Parthian Books) | Hay Festival Writer At Work | He/Him | rhysowainwilliams.com
50 followers82 following40 posts