Biography of Angela Topping
Married with two daughters. Has worked in education but now freelance writer. Published widely for both children and adults, though I do not really see a big distinction between these audiences. I love working with children and giving readings.
Angela Topping's Works:
Dandelions for Mothers' Day (Stride 1988 and 1989)
The Fiddle (Stride 1999)
The Way We Came (bluechrome 2007)
The Least Thing (Stride 1989)
Making Connections (Stride (1996)
Focus Books for Greenwich Exchange:
Spies by Michael Frayn
The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter
Angela Topping Poems
After The Earthquake
Whether to cry out in answer to My father’s strangled cries as he shifts bricks above my head, or whether to keep silent, holding back
The New Generation
The New Generation Wizards look like everyday folk despite what you’ve been told.
Happy Birthday, Mr President
Madison Square Gardens had never seen a mermaid. Now, here she was, so far from home she’d never go back. Stitched into the dress, a cage around her flesh, so tight there’s no mannequin in all America could fit in.
im. my father 1911-1978 Finals: the shining room,
We were spies on her world - her safe house of skin. She was etched in silver: moving, human.
Just A Minute
Today my kids are skipping over your threshold and you not here. The ones you never dandled, pronounced prodigies: My kids
A Casting Off
She sits and briskly knits, her needles clack, and grimly add the seconds of her life. Her head is bent so she won't see his chair whose vacancy insists 'no longer wife.'
Just A Minute
Today my kids are skipping
over your threshold and you not here.
The ones you never dandled,
pronounced prodigies: My kids
who only know your photograph.
I'm busy clearing the path
that twenty years ago I skipped
to find you at kitchen table,