Marcus Smith Poetry
Biography of Marcus Smith Poetry
British/American poet Marcus Smith's newest collection, SEZ/everything, speaks, is forthcoming with Live Canon, London. He is a two-time finalist for the Cinnamon Press Book Awards. He has been shortlisted for The Bridgeport Prize twice and has published in many journals and anthologies in the UK, US and Europe. He has received prizes from Poets on the Lake, The Plough Prize and The Southern Poetry Review, as well as nominations and commendations from the Pushcart Prize, The Nation/ “Discovery” Award, Ledbury Poetry Festival and the Thomas Hardy Society. He was was a Merit Fellow in Vermont College’s MFA program.
In his work M. Smith says he “likes to play off his transatlantic background and experiences while acknowledging that poetry should be accessible to all cultures.” He works in a variety of styles – lyric, formal, epigrammatic and, more recently, a spontaneous process of poetry initially sent as texts and heard as songs on the street. Micro-reportage, verbal video clips, staccato lyrics, haiku and a hybrid of something quite new and direct come to mind.
M.Smith's recent journal publications in the UK include: Ambit, Acumen, Envoi, Orbis The Rialto, Stand, Staple and The Shop. In the US Able Muse, Atlanta Review, The Classical Outlook, Salmagundi, Slant and The South Carolina Review have published his work. Poetry Salzburg, The French Review and Recours au Poemes have also published his work. His reviews have appeared in Prairie Schooner, PN Review, Dark Horse, Staple, Rattle and Pleiades.
He lives in London with his lovely wife Jennifer and their three children.
Marcus Smith Poetry Poems
In The Garden
When I catch you (says the mother to her son) You won't catch me
I Saw Your Name
spelled with stones on the slope of a teenager's hill, tagged along rainy highway sound barriers, scrawled on an overpass of the M something, stenciled in Arial across the side of a moving van,
Up here transparent turquoise fish with red stripes, silver minnows - thousands - brilliant yellows and greens and showers of gold ashimmer through meadows of soft, pulsing mauve coral fans
Sez/Everything Speaks (An Excerpt)
Connected The buzz, the vibration - Who? Now? Why? Must.
Bring your boots. My cabin stands in an empty filed That once grew sweet corn, and our dry winter promises A rainy season the way laughter follows a grim joke. We'll walk the mud and try to ignore the surrounding acres
58 In Cargo
Inspectors at Dover discovered us Slumped behind crates of tomatoes, Suffocated in the airtight freight-hold On the hottest weekend of the year.
One shoe lying in the street. Two tossed on the crosswalk. More shoes leading to the bridge. A path, a pattern, a confetti
Six Words About His Life
I knew. For years he kept the curtains closed and paper-clipped together, stayed inside slumped in a reclining chair, fingering papers, ringing a small brass bell each time for pills
One shoe lying in the street.
Two tossed on the crosswalk.
More shoes leading to the bridge.
A path, a pattern, a confetti
of lost, removed, discarded shoes -
old pumps, new flats, heels, trainers,
shoes with names, shoes I can't name,
shoes made for the future, shoes soon
from the past, shoes like spring petals,