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Joe Carrick-Varty
Joe Carrick-Varty is a British-Irish poet, writer and founding editor of bath magg. He is the author of two pamphlets of poetry: Somewhere Far (The Poetry Business, 2019) and 54 Questions for the Man Who Sold a Shotgun to My Father (Out-Spoken Press, 2020). His work has appeared in the New Statesman, Granta and POETRY. He won an Eric Gregory Award in 2022. More Sky is his debut collection.
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More Sky - Joe Carrick-Varty
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
And God said
Sambas for Christmas
Dear Postie
When he waits at the bar my father’s brain is miles above his pint
Withdrawal
Five days sober and glowing
The Children
The Minotaur
Suicide is not your dad and your favourite rapper going for coffee
Perhaps Here Both Our Guiltlessness Becomes Clearest
A week and not a word since the argument
If you chained yourself
All my fathers are hunting dodos in the park
The Father Heavens
What if suicide is just taking off your headphones
The brick
Somewhere Far
More Sky
Lop Nur
Moonless June
When you lean close and tell me
Parks
54 Questions for the Man Who Sold a Shotgun to My Father
Panasonic RF-P50DEG-S
Draw a circle around the city you grew up in
You are always the last to know things
From the Perspective of Coral
Some Dads
/ dream in which /
In Amber
The Secret
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
My father is sitting on the other side of the french doors
Lamech
Ode to Shotgun
There’s a Person Reflected on the TV Calling Their Dad
Sometimes I Talk to Myself as if I’m on a Chat Show
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Notes
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Joe Carrick-Varty
Copyright
for the stayers
And God said
Every time a horse lies down in a sunlit field
an island goes up off the coast of Alaska or Peru
or in the middle of a lake south of Stockholm.
Every time a whale is born albino
a man doesn’t die of liver failure and every time
it rains at sea a child speaks first words.
Every time you watch the football
in your alcoholic father’s flat
on his little settee that unfolds into a bed
in case you ever wanted to stay
a forest disappears and a doorbell rings.
Every time the ref blows the whistle
and your father boils the kettle and somewhere
islands are going up and oil rigs just watching.
Sambas for Christmas
In a corner of some far-flung town
on some moon of some planet
at the edge of some pocketed galaxy
the soles of my father’s new trainers
are landing on tarmac, squeaking
as they take off again, box-fresh
at the end of his faded black jeans.
They will squeak for a week or so
and then he will die on his back
in his sleep like Jimi Hendrix
after a night at a pub that’s not quite my local
whistling as he stumbles home
running his fingers through a rosemary bush
awash in the chippy’s neon blue.
Believe, for a minute, that I am not a son
who buys trainers for his father
but a molecule of gas inside a star
whose light still touches a city
that’s not quite Oxford where a father
who’s not quite mine tries on pairs
of Adidas, Nike, struggling with the laces,
the incomprehensible bow.
Dear Postie
If no answer please leave parcel behind rhododendron—
if storm hits and rhododendron blows away
please leave parcel inside wheelie bin with brick on top—
if crying baby can be heard on approach
tap three times on bottom-left panel of shed window—
DO NOT ring doorbell—if rainbow windmill
spins slower than usual open phone and call alcoholic father—
if rainbow windmill stops spinning at any moment
come back in month with picture of alcoholic