Updates & Corrections

The events that I’ve been promoting in my last few posts, Poetry Cafe at the Hampton Hill Theatre and the launch of What the Peacock Said to the Elephant, have come and gone now. Both were lovely to participate in with great crowds and, in the case of Guildford, sweltering summer weather. It was also very nice to have the Hampton Hill event, including my performance, positively reviewed on Arts Richmond’s official site, even if some of the details were slightly off.

Celia Bard had this to say: “David Russomano is much travelled, and this is reflected in his poetry. Many of his poems are enigmatic no more so than in ‘On Pompano Beach’ which succeeds in making a tantalising mystery from an unrecognisable object found on the beach. This poem like many of the poems he presented can be found in his publication, Reasons for Moving.”

Just to clarify, my chapbook is titled (Reasons for) Moving. The parenthesis are significant because they encourage readers to interpret the title in more than one way and that approach is very important to my own personal poetic (as pretentious as that might sound). Furthermore, On Pompano Beach isn’t actually about a place that I’ve personally visited; it’s about something I read about online. This poem also doesn’t appear in (Reasons for) Moving. It will, however, be in my next collection if I can get anyone to publish it. Until then, you can read On Pompano Beach at The Missouri Review, where it was Poem of the Week.

In other news, this is my 50th post! So…hooray for me, I guess.




Anthologies, Anthologies, Anthologies!

One of my local open mic nights, Poetry Performance at the Adelaide Pub, has recently put together an anthology with the invaluable help of Bob Sheed. This majestic little tome, called Where the River Rests: Poetry from ‘Tide’s End‘, features the work of their regular attendees and I’m happy to count myself among them. You can find four of my poems in the anthology (Two Coincidences; What Begins and Ends With Water or June, 2015; Reflections; and Haunting), all of which also appear in my chapbook. But it’s worth mentioning that Two Coincidences first appeared in issue 67 of Obsessed with Pipework and What Begins and Ends with Water first appeared online at Seethingography. This information didn’t make it into the acknowledgements page, so I just wanted to give credit where credit is due. Now that that’s out of the way, I also want to encourage you to pick up a copy of Where the River Rests from Amazon.co.uk.

At The Keep in Guildford, the good people behind Dempsey & Windle Publishing run another open mic night called 1000 Monkeys. After meeting them there, I found out about their Brian Dempsey Memorial prize and decided to enter. Though I didn’t win, I did manage to get long listed, which means that my poem, Mischief, will appear in their new anthology: What the Peacock said to the Elephant. They’re also throwing a launch party at The Keep on July 9th, so be sure to pop down and pick up a copy if you can.

Poetry & Music in Hampton Hill

If you’ve got plans for the evening of Friday June 15th, go ahead and cancel them, because I’m inviting you to a night of poetry and music in the Noel Coward Studio at Hampton Hill Theatre. I’m excited to announce that I’ll be taking part in Poetry Cafe, the inaugural event of the new Arts Richmond Poetry Hub. In addition to myself, the evening will include top notch performances by Greg Freeman, Suzy Rigg, Frances White, Delia Gleave, and members of the band French Lessons. See the flyer below for details and get your tickets here before they all sell out.


Pi Day, With Some Delays

As you may know, yesterday was Pi Day and, as it just so happens, pi is sort of my thing. What I mean is that I’ve been creating works of art that are in some way or another determined by the decimal places of pi for the last several years. Most of these works are painstakingly time consuming. So, every year I tell myself that I just need to bulk up my repertoire of pi art enough to do some kind of event or exhibition. But it takes loads of free time, which always seems to be in short supply. Again and again, the day creeps up on me and before I know it, I find myself saying “maybe next year”. This year in particular, I thought I’d post about some new pi art for the occasion but I put it off and put it off until last night when, my WiFi was down. Typical. Anyway, here I am a day late and a dollar short, but with an assortment of work for you to peruse. Also, remember, I’m open to commissions, so if any of this interests you, please contact me. Happy Pi Day.

AMA: Trying Something Different

Despite my best efforts, I think it would be fair to describe myself as a relatively obscure poet. So, I was pretty surprised when someone from AMAfeed.com invited me to participate in their #AuthorsAMA week. I’ve never done this sort of thing before, but I thought, “What the heck?” Of course, the whole thing’s pointless if no one asks me anything. So, if you’ve ever wondered about my poetry specifically or poetry in general, make sure to drop me a few questions before this Thursday 8/3/18 from 2pm EST (7pm if you’re in the UK, like me).


1,000 Monkeys

Last night, I traveled a little further afield in my search for ‘local’ poetry events and tried the 1,000 Monkeys at The Keep in Guildford. In short, great turnout, warm welcome, quality readings by Kitty Coles and Gareth Toms, generous open mic slots – an all round fine evening. I’d recommend this event to anyone in the area.


On Sunday, Dec 3rd, I returned to Poetry at the Adelaide, but this time I did more than join in with the open mic. The hosts were kind enough to profile me, which meant a brief interview, a longer reading slot, and my chapbook (Reasons for) Moving for sale at the back of the room. This made for a special evening, but the specialness (or maybe special-osity?) was compounded by the attendance of Mark Aspen, who wrote a glowing review. As far as I know, this is the first time my reading has been reviewed and with statements like “His poems evince a keen sense of place” and “I hope the Adelaide continues to attract visiting poets of his calibre”, I feel like I’m off to a pretty good start.

In other news, my recent positive experience at an open mic night in Woking inspired me to create a Write Out Loud profile. So, if you’re interested in finding out more about me, that’s one more way you can do it.

Speaking of Me Speaking With a Blog Called Speaking of Marvels

I’m back and I’ve got a variety of updates. First and foremost, The good people at Speaking of Marvels have posted an interview with me about my chapbook, (Reasons for) Moving. If you’re interested in gaining any extra insight into me or my writing, have a little peruse.

In other news, after a bit of confusion last year, I’ve finally got a poem out in the current issue of Phantom Drift. Be sure to pick up a copy and check out my take on the legendary Sphinx (think Thebes, not Giza).

In my continuing search for poetry events in my area, I recently discovered the Write Out Loud evenings held monthly at The New Inn in Woking. Last night, I took part and enjoyed the readings of other poets like Kitty Coles and Rodney Wood. I’d recommend it to anyone else looking for a place to read or listen to poetry and I hope to take part again in the future.

Speaking of local poetry events, I’ll be back at the Adelaide on the first Sunday in Dec for the poetry night there. They’ve even been kind enough to feature me, so you’ll get to hear a little interview, some poems, and some Q & A. Of course, you’ll also have the opportunity to pick up a copy of my chapbook.

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A Tale of Two Pubs

A few weeks back, when Rhythm & Muse celebrated their 10 year anniversary at The Railway pub in Teddington, I joined in and I’m glad I did. It was a lovely evening of performances and, in addition to selling a copy of my book (woohoo!), I found a flyer for another poetry event right around the corner, at The Adelaide. For the last 4 months, a friendly bunch of poetry enthusiasts has been meeting in this fine drinking establishment’s upper room and running an open mic. They get together on the first Sunday of each month, so I popped in last night and had a really good time. Of course, it didn’t hurt that I sold another copy of my book! 🙂

To get an idea of each of these great venues, see the (admittedly low quality) snapshots below.

In other news, it was National Poetry Day last Thursday and, much to my embarrassment, I let the auspicious occasion pass without so much as a public acknowledgement on my part. Subscribing to the theory of better late than never, I’ve decided to include a little scrap here and now. Oddly enough, I more or less wrote this in my sleep. I’m not sure where I was going with it, or how it will ultimately turn out, but for now, consider it a work in progress. And, happy belated National Poetry Day to all of you.

While the strata of dust

on my regalia


with the composure

of a monarch

lying in state,

I wait.