Fay Hart
Fay Hart was born in Macclesfield and raised in the backwoods of Indiana. At fourteen she moved to Florida with her family, where she dropped out of school and worked her way across America, recording her adventures in a series of pamphlets titled, Don't Kiss Me, I'm Busy. She moved to London in 1977 to work as Press Officer for the seminal punk label, Stiff Records. While living in London Fay collaborated with other artists combining poetry with film, photography and music. Her poems have been published in London Magazine, Rialto, Poetry Review, Dazed and Confused, the Guardian, the North and several notable anthologies. Her first full-length collection, Yard Sale is in development with Faber and Faber. In 2005 Fay left London, to travel by mail boat, train and bus around the Caribbean, Mexico and the United States, working on a novel, The Post Woman's Underclothes.
COMING UP THE PORCH STEPS
Tuesday, April 10th, 2007Coming up the porch steps with two paper bags full of groceries, it almost felt like America again, the old one that still exists in the timber of this house, the survival fern and dying eyes of an old man living under the overpass on Ivanhoe, in a baby raccoon circling a sabal palm on Edgewater like he lost his momma and was scared and I’m the only one who ever saw him because everyone else is in cars, on cellular phones, flying over the Internet to virtual realities where they bargain hunt or catch up with classmates who are dying or dead in some snowy northern town and I’m here, I am over here Jack in your old room …
A DEEP KISS
Thursday, March 8th, 2007should leave the recipient
breathless but not asphyxiated
I read in a book once.
To let the guy keep breathing,
that is the true art of lovemaking.