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Matt Barnard is a poet and short story writer. His poetry has been published in magazines such as Acumen, The Fenland ReedLondon Magazine, Magma, Other Poetry and Poetry News, and he featured in the Poetry School’s anthology Entering the Tapestry. He has won and been placed in competitions including The Poetry Society’s Hamish Canham Prize, the Bridport Prize, the Ink Tears short story competition and the Bristol Short Story Prize. His debut poetry pamphlet The Bends is published by Eyewear and his first full collection will be published by The Onslaught Press in spring 2018. He was born in 1972 in London, where he still lives with his wife and their two sons and two dogs.


The Bends

‘A wonderful pamphlet… Here is a writer steeped in the canon, channeling their influences to create excellent poems.’ Jonathan Edwards (winner of the Costa Book Award for Poetry)

‘These are fine, thoughtful and imaginative poems, written in sinuous and exact language that expresses what is often the strangeness underlying ordinary life.’ Carole Satyamurti (poet and sociologist)

 


Short Stories

Rooted in the realist tradition but frequently crossing boundaries of time and space, Matt’s stories have won the Ink Tears Short Story Competition and been shortlisted for the Bristol Short Story Prize.

The Last Damn Peach

(Winner of the Ink Tears Short Story Competition)

Ninety-three-year-old Faye Zuckerman, who was a good time girl in the 1940s and 1950s when – hell – it took balls to swing, put on her blue, rhinestone bikini and started to make her way to the garden where the last peach was waiting in the branches of the only tree in the grounds. She opened the door to her room and stepped into the hallway, and heard the door click behind her. That same click she knew from the many hotels she had stayed in, partied in, got high in. Her key! Shit, she’d forgotten it, but it didn’t really matter. She’d ask one of the damn care assistants to open it. Most of the old people in there couldn’t remember when to take a piss, never mind remember their keys… Continue reading

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