MY FATHER WAS OUT
AS SNOWMAN IN WINTER
AND I WENT MAD
A collection of poems dredged from some interior constellation, a soul transparent under the gaze of darker light. These rooms hurt with an umbilical intensity, an abandoned house of half-remembered dreams.
Rothwell Allen started writing poetry after a spell in hospital as a child. My Father Was Out As Snowman in Winter and I Went Mad, written August 2013 - June 2014, is his first cluster.
60pp poetry collection
Stitched and glue bound paperback
First printed January 2015