Joe Evans has been a stained glass artist, a company director, a gardener and a musician. His poetry has been published in Lighthouse and Sarasvati as well as various online collections. He is currently absorbed in a sequence of narrative poems set on a small island in 1278, a project which he now understands to be wildly over-ambitious. He has two children.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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