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Saturdays Live: Poetry at the Serpentine

We’re delighted to present an afternoon of poetry at the Serpentine Gallery, in celebration of issue 22, on Saturday 14 July at 3 p.m. We will present readings from Alex Bell, A. K. Blakemore and John McCullough.

 

Entry is free, no booking required.

 

Alex Bell lives and works in London. Her poems have appeared in magazines and journals including The Rialto, Magma, The Quietus, Poetry Wales and Long Poem Magazine. Her pamphlet Bad Luck Woman was published by Eyewear in 2016. She co-hosts a series of poetry and karaoke nights, and co-edited the pamphlet Cold Fire: Poetry Inspired by David Bowie for The Rialto in 2017. She is a 2017-18 TOAST Poetry mentee.

 

A. K. Blakemore was born in London in 1991. Twice named a Foyle Young Poet of the Year, her work has been widely published and anthologised, appearing in journals including Poetry LondonPoetry Review and Ambit. Her debut collection, Humbert Summer, appeared in 2015 and was awarded the Melita Hume Prize. Fondue was published by Offord Road Books in July 2018.

 

John McCullough’s first collection of poems, The Frost Fairs (Salt, 2011) won the Polari First Book Prize and was a Book of the Year for The Independent and a summer read in The Observer. His second, Spacecraft (Penned in the Margins, 2016) was named one of The Guardian’s Best Books for Summer and was shortlisted for the Ledbury-Forte prize. He lives in Hove.


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