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The Halt
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Occasional poems, prose and photographs by Brian Lewis (editor/publisher, Longbarrow Press). 'East Wind' (2015) and 'White Thorns' (2017) published by Gordian Projects.

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'My mother grew sunflowers. I’d look out of the window and see them standing up straight against the back fence. She was always planting ahead of time. I understood, at last, what it meant, in the year of her death, to see the garden through its seasons.'
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October 15, 2025 at 6:18 PM
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'A day’s work. What is there to show for it. Think of storage. Think of distribution. In every corner. In every direction. Work going on. As far as the eye can see. Work going on. When you’re not looking.'

'Unrecovered Time': a walk from Leeds to Goole
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October 19, 2025 at 8:17 PM
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'My sleep has been bad since Sunday, slow to come, then broken, and the day starts with something missing. Lorry, van, flatbed truck.'

'Unrecovered Time': an account of a day's walk from Leeds to Goole (lightly revised from the recent Bluesky thread)
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October 12, 2025 at 11:10 AM
No cross, no colour.
The fields marked and abandoned
by flag and flower.
August 24, 2025 at 7:46 PM
A few poems re-presented as part of the Colour in Conversation residency / research project led by artists and writers Stu Burke, Gary Simmonds, and @emmabolland.bsky.social in Sheffield last week.
July 14, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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This Saturday, 2pm. I'm reading alongside @thehalt.bsky.social @rachelartsmith.bsky.social and Conor Rodgers as part of the Checked Out exhibition events programme. #Sheffield #poetry #prose #performance.
Chuffed to have two installations in the exhibition Checked Out, curated by Thomas Griffiths in #Sheffield. I'm reading a related script in progress as part of the events programme on the 12th. Free, all welcome! www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/checked-ou...
July 8, 2025 at 9:03 AM
"At Bamforth Street tram stop the grass is banked with daffodil clumps and clouds of white blossom drift down from the crescents. My head is full of microns and kerning, little pencilled notes left over from the new book, 21mm margins, 13.9pt leading over 10.5pt text."

'Local Distribution'
May 26, 2025 at 2:53 PM
"After my grandfather died, my mother discovered a cache of greetings cards in his desk drawer, birthdays and anniversaries, all of them stamped, unaddressed, unwritten. Occasions yet to come. This is what he remembered in a year of oesophageal cancer."

'Local Distribution'
May 26, 2025 at 10:06 AM
"The mailer had made three or four tours of the postal network. I tried to work out the stages, the full itinerary, from the layers of handwritten and printed shipping labels and postage labels, I could only be certain of where it had ended up, the last known address."

'Local Distribution'
May 25, 2025 at 1:30 PM
"To see the deciduous street tree, to see it from your window, always coming into leaf, even when it is not leafing, even when the leaves have gone, the idea of it and the eventual return, and then, one day, not to be there to see it, not to be there at all."

'Local Distribution'
May 25, 2025 at 12:26 PM
"The gradient drops out and the houses on my left sink below the boundary walls and I decide that street trees are public amenities. Handmade posters in the upstairs windows, even now, are they fresh or just clinging to the light, a burst of yellow at the end of the road."

'Local Distribution'
May 25, 2025 at 11:19 AM
"If blanks in the front matter are the book drawing breath then blanks in the end matter are the book exhaling. I often leave the last two pages blank for this reason. A blind folio need not be blank at all. It can be any page without a printed number."

'Local Distribution'
May 25, 2025 at 7:48 AM
"The unwritten history of one borrowed book, a life out on loan, passing through other lives, across the city, beyond the city, wherever it is needed, no shelfmark, no bookplate, no due date. Slow distribution. Person to person. The map, or maps, that could show it all."

'Local Distribution'
May 23, 2025 at 9:41 AM
"I think of the decisions forced by indecision, when it seemed that there were no good or right decisions, pick one, not that one, pick another, quick, the moment is passing. The moment passes and the decision is made or unmade and the future happens anyway. "

'Local Distribution'
May 22, 2025 at 8:59 PM
"A bookmaker didn't make books, or lend them, or sell them, there were almost no books in the bookies. There was one book and it was kept behind the counter. It started off blank, pages of prophecies that would be proved true or untrue, the book of books had to balance."

'Local Distribution'
May 22, 2025 at 2:34 PM
"In later years, when I was lost, or troubled, I would find my way back to the encyclopaedia, any volume, any page, everything you wanted to know. Entries that refer you to other entries. Subsections and colour-coded maps. It was organised and random. An index of solace."

'Local Distribution'
May 22, 2025 at 10:10 AM
"I forget that my father was colour blind. It was explained to me as a child, I tried to imagine what it would be like to name a world without greens or reds, a uniform, for example, or a post box, but all I could see were pencilled greys where the colours should have been."

'Local Distribution'
May 21, 2025 at 8:52 PM
The books go to their readers, one by one, at times quickly, at times slowly, halfway around the world or halfway across the city. There is no supply chain, not as such, only the postal network, irregular events, direct sales to bookshops, local distribution.
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April 29, 2025 at 2:19 PM
"The card is for my mother. I will post it to her tomorrow. I don’t know when Easter cards became part of our lives. The card is left blank for the message and the message is the handwriting, nothing more."
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April 20, 2025 at 7:55 AM
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'We can dream a future, we can turn to the past, we can be anywhere but the present.'

A month of Lockdown Walks, walked and written up over 30 consecutive days, 24 March – 22 April 2020.

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March 23, 2025 at 2:00 PM
'We can dream a future, we can turn to the past, we can be anywhere but the present.'

A month of Lockdown Walks, walked and written up over 30 consecutive days, 24 March – 22 April 2020.

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March 23, 2025 at 2:00 PM
'To speak of class, if we speak of it, is to qualify it, at times defensively, at others apologetically, because class is never as simple as class. You can't think with it for long before it starts to slip. You can't confer it on yourself. You can't confer it on others.'

('Local Distribution')
March 16, 2025 at 9:00 PM
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'The books of the Merit Students Encyclopedia were uniform in size. The volumes were divided by words, not letters, and the words were printed on the spine. BAT CAIRO. CLOISTER DIGITALIS. MASS MUSES. When I was old enough to open the books I reached for REVERE SHINTO.'
February 25, 2025 at 9:58 AM
'The books of the Merit Students Encyclopedia were uniform in size. The volumes were divided by words, not letters, and the words were printed on the spine. BAT CAIRO. CLOISTER DIGITALIS. MASS MUSES. When I was old enough to open the books I reached for REVERE SHINTO.'
February 25, 2025 at 9:58 AM
October, a sleep
of communes, the dawn set back.
A federation
of stars, undivided, still
fixed in fields of Breton black.
February 11, 2025 at 9:29 PM