‘A remarkable new poet who is intelligent, insightful, imaginative and utterly assured.’
— Carol Ann Duffy
Wind was stammering at the windows all night.
If I slept at all it was a half-sleep
filled with thoughts that halved into dreams
and back again. The first cells divided
identically, for millions of years.
Millions of years before difference began.
Slow learning life. Slower than stone. I would
like a sleep as deep as those first fractal
animals, colourless, rooted in the dark
of empty oceans, carbon-paper thin.
Everything in the wind says give me time,
I can change: minerals in the rocks and streams;
proteins in warm seas; memories; children
who will remind us they never asked to be born.
— from Fossil Record
Wayne Price was born and brought up in south Wales but has lived and worked in Scotland since 1987. He has published short stories and poetry in many journals and anthologies in the UK, Ireland and America and has won major prizes in numerous international competitions including the Edwin Morgan International, the Bridport, the Yorkshire Open, Poetry on the Lake, The Fish International, the Wigtown and the Torbay Open. He was a finalist in the Manchester Poetry Prize in both 2013 and 2104 with the short folios Nightfishing and Prayer.
His first collection of stories, Furnace, described by Alan Warner as ‘a heraldic collection…some of the best short stories written anywhere in recent years’, was long-listed for the Frank O’Connor Prize and nominated for the Saltire Scottish First Book of the Year 2012. His debut novel, Mercy Seat, was published by Freight Books in February. He teaches literature and creative writing at the University of Aberdeen.
‘The opening out […] is like a discovery.[…] It is like a release, a vision that appears all by itself.’ – George Szirtes in his judge’s report on the poem ‘Hands’.
‘‘The Secret’ is a perfect poem. […] Its precision of language, exactitude of image, felicity of phrasing and dry, laconic humour are all hugely impressive.’ – Paul Durcan, judge’s report on ‘The Secret’.
‘‘Loyalties’ is at once marvellously metaphysical (almost ‘Stevensonian’ in the opening stanza) and down-to-earth. A beautifully contrived bitter-sweet elegiac love-poem’. – Paul Durcan, judge’s report on ‘Loyalties’.
‘…a beautifully crafted poem with exact cadences to which I returned with growing pleasure each time’ – Duncan Forbes, judge’s report on ‘Surfers, Carrowmore Strand’.