Eve Elizabeth Moriarty: How I Wrote ‘Card Trick’
“Sometimes if I’m being flippant I say basically my entire writing career is based on pointing out that some stuff is a bit like other stuff”
Author: George Sandifer-Smith
George Sandifer-Smith is a Welsh poet, originally from Pembrokeshire. He has published two books of poetry, Empty Trains (Broken Sleep Books, 2022) and Nights Travel at the Right Speed (Infinity Books UK, 2022). He is currently the Reviews Editor at Poetry Wales Magazine, a position he has held since 2022. He has previously edited the poetry anthology The Wait in aid of Cancer Research, and also was guest poetry editor for the inaugural issue of Abergavenny Small Press Journal. His poetry has appeared in Poetry Wales, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Stockholm Review, New Welsh Review, Atrium, and numerous anthologies including Poems from Pembrokeshire (Seren Books, 2019), Hit Points - an Anthology of Video Game Poetry (Broken Sleep Books, 2021), and Anne-thology: Poems Re-Presenting Anne Shakespeare(Broken Sleep Books, 2023).
In 2019, he was awarded a PhD in Creative Writing by Aberystwyth University. As well as writing poetry, he has also published fiction with Gwyllion Magazine and Inventive Podcast (Overtone Productions, 2021). His first children’s book, Cholloo’s Birthday, a collaboration with artist Julia Ashby Smyth, was published by Lily in 2014. He lives with his wife, and their rescue cat Deli.
Elvire Roberts and Rachel Goodman: How We Wrote ‘Methods of Thirteen and Female (iii)’
“The notion of sole authorship is inherently political; there is an accepted hierarchy to the question ‘who wrote it?’ and we challenge that by writing from the body, and from the lived space between us”
Andrea Witzke Slot : How I Wrote ‘Showering my mother on her 60th wedding anniversary’
Interview by George Sandifer-Smith There are so many ways we “speak” as humans even when we don’t utter a sound. Showering my mother on her 60th wedding anniversary She eyes me cautiously, shivering as she steps on the cold tiles. I move as I might in a forest when watching a bird, knowing the smallest shudder…