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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Unequal Thirds



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Poems by Tim Cunningham


Tim Cunningham was born in Limerick in 1942. Educated at C.B.S., Limerick, and Birbeck College, London, he worked with a brewery, the National Coal Board and in teaching. He has lived in Limerick, Tipperary, Dublin, Trowbridge, London, Newark (Delaware) and, presently, Billericay. His first collection of poetry, Don Marcelino’s Daughter was published by Peterloo in 2001.

“Tim Cunningham’s poems are as various and fascinating as the animals in Noah’s Ark. He has a most musical ear, a keen eye and an open heart. His aim is true. He writes beautiful poems.”
Adrian Mitchell

“. . . the reader continues to be assailed by the poems’ acidulated precipitation, long after a first perusal. [. . .] Late debuts have their virtue.”
Peter Reading, TLS


Child Alarm

You came home early in that wooden box.
A sudden ending to your holiday.
Sudden as the out-of-nowhere car
That flashed like some conductor’s baton

Knocking your song right out of key
And opening doors I cannot enter. I was not there,
But for mothers the impossible is no excuse.
My arms ache now with the weight of emptiness,

Clutch at memories. Religion’s good news
Is lost in the post. Philosophy brings
Only the idea of consolation. But I keep
The child alarm switched on and listen

As you lie cradled in eternity,
Reassured you are not crying in your sleep.


Price 7.95 per copy
Cover Illustration: William Blake, 1757-1827; Newton, colour print finished in ink and watercolour on paper, 1795 circa; N05058/403 © TATE, LONDON 2006
Publication AUGUST 2006 (laminated paperback).