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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Poems by Jim Howell


This first full collection includes poems about objects, places, birds, and people. What unites these poems is a freshness of perception and of language, insight into relationships, individuality of tone, and depth of feeling.

Jim Howell was born in Manchester. A graduate of Manchester University, he read English Language and Literature, and has been Head of the English Department at Hollin High School, Middleton, Lancashire. Several of his poems have been broadcast on the BBC Poetry Now programme and many others have appeared in various anthologies and magazines such as P.E.N. New Poems, Outposts, New Humanist, Phoenix and Workshop New Poetry. Survivals includes some poems from two earlier pamphlets: Brown Is The Leaf (Outposts) and The Singing Stone (Pennine Poets).



So it is always; the day
brings itself to a close
with a handout of stars
and moonlight. It is gentle
to be there, tasting quietness,
nursing the mind’s flashbacks,
its hope. I go there often,
chipping a glimpse of myself
from the brick’s twilight, being
a poet then, a person
of note, setting my lamps
burning, bright avenues.

Such images the morning
empties and stones down,
and I come up from the night’s
sea cured of this; there is rain
then and faces, the wind’s
fist in my face; there is work
to do, people to answer,
and it is not a poet
but myself I must become.


Price 6.95 per copy post free (4.65 post free to Associate Members)
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Publication: 1976 (56 pages laminated paperback)