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Paul Henry (b.1959) combines freelance writing and tutoring with part-time work as a careers adviser. Born in Aberystwyth and originally a singer-songwriter, he received an Eric Gregory Award for a draft of his first collection, Time Pieces (Seren, 1991). Two further books - Captive Audience (Seren, 1996) and The Milk Thief (Seren, 1998) - have since appeared and his poetry has been widely anthologised. He has edited Poetry Wales and was recently awarded an Arts Council of Wales Writer's Bursary. Heredity I often hear the same car reversing in another street like a sliding bow, a badly played violin. And always the moon through pylons is my father behind bars. Waist deep in his light I limp across blue fields, dragging the wound called love as far as the waters edge, returning, sometimes, in time for a door aching wide in the sky and the moon set free and, played perfectly in a neighbours tree, the suddenly remembered air. |