Peterloo Poets

Poetry Publishers 1972 - 2009

We are sorry to announce the death of John Whitworth 11.12.1945 to 20.04.19
Many of you will know John was a well loved and respected member of the Peterloo Poets “family” in its day and was a staunch Peterloo Poets supporter over the years.

The funeral will take place at Barham Crematorium Chapel at 12:40pm on Wednesday 22nd May
Barham Crematorium (CT4 6QU) is 9.6 miles (a 20 minute drive) from Canterbury, using the A2 to Dover.
No flowers, please, but any donations would be appreciated, in John’s name, to: Pilgrim’s Hospice, 56 London Road, Canterbury, Kent, CT2 8JA or online at www.pilgrimshospices.org

 Following his editorship of the poetry magazine Phoenix (1958 - 1975), Harry Chambers founded Peterloo Poets in Manchester in 1972.
Peterloo’s first two full collections published in 1976 were Elma Mitchell’s The Poor Man in the Flesh and Edmond Leo Wright’s The Horwich Hennets. Peterloo Poets went on to publish 240 volumes of poetry.

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Marches of Familiar Landscape



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Poems by Keith Howden


Acknowledgements are due to the editors of Country Life, The Sunday Telegraph Magazine, Gong, and, in particular, Omens, in whose pages some of these poems first appeared.

Parts of Joe Anderson’s Sensual Lyric and All My Dead Uncles were broadcast on the B.B.C (Poetry Now).

The title poem of this collection was one of the ten best poems in the Cheltenham Festival of Literature Poetry Competition, 1976.

This collection is formed around a previous pamphlet, Joe Anderson, published by Omens, 1976.

“dynamic and impassioned . . . Keith Howden has done something impressive and original.” – Fraser Steel, Poetry Editor, BBC Radio


Joe Anderson’s Sensual Lyric


Boys found, bird-nesting on the April moor,
not far from where we lay, a hand-grenade.
Larks climbed and fell. The squeal of sudden fear
we heard, the dull explosion; someone ‘Dead’

was shouting on the ridge. We saw the men
returning with the body and the wastrel,
soaring larks upthrust in spring’s momen-
tum; charred moor grass stinking in my nostril.

About us, poor forked animals, as we lay,
black larks cascaded, climbing a new air
in flights unconsummated over the boy
with blown-off hands. And then that other -

that demon boy, white-legged, long-shorted howled
along the ridge; larks black as time, but older,
fiercer than spring, took air beneath them, held
his cry in scorn. Over the rim of the moor

I saw him lurching. ‘Dead’ he was shouting.
Black Haired, he wore thick glasses; and larks hung
black at his head; charred grass exploding
black at his feet. ‘Dead’ he was shouting.


Price 7.95 per copy post free (5.30 post free to Associate Members)
Cover illustration: by Keith Howden himself.
Publication: 1978 (64 pages laminated paperback)