Suitcase is Kevin’s most recent pamphlet published by 4word. Order via 4word
Kevin Reid’s poems view the world from an angle which renews and revitalizes the everyday. Here pigeons have ‘tones of stone’ and ‘the devil in your feet’. These are tender poems alert to the way the objects that surround us can summon our greatest losses. ‘the twitch of twigged words / woven into chicken wire’ one speaker notes before turning to ‘Your easel: a girl in a white dress, / her unfinished wave’. Careful and evocative, Reid’s lines shimmer with the unspoken.
– John McCullough
John’s latest award winning collection Reckless Paper Birds can be purchased here
These poems are the real thing. gritty, honest, vernacular, funny but also at times startlingly moving. Reid writes equally movingly about a mother’s deathbed (he wasn’t there. He was away ‘being a fuckin’ artist’) or a daughter’s move to Glasgow. The loss which he carries with him to a new life in Athens is so skilfully evoked you can taste it long after you close this lovely collection.
– Carole Bromley
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How long has it been since a Scottish poet wrote at any length about Greece? By my reckoning it was Alexander Scott in 1971 with his pamphlet Greek Fire. Even then, he wrote as a tourist and many of the poems were damp squibs about retsina tasting worse than hemlock. Here, Kevin Reid tackles the lot of the self-imposed exile, trying to outrun grief and the grim legacy of the past with all its bigotries and religious baggage, only to have to confront it finally in poetry. Reid shows us that little worthwhile is come by easily, that it is the struggle to live a truthful and meaningful life that is worth all the hardship.
– Richie McCaffery
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What I’m loving is how the poems start of seemingly simple, beautifully set out on the page, and as you read, the emotional intensity mounts. So many of them have bowled me over –– by their beauty and their profundity. But the poet somehow takes care of the reader, there’s no bashing us over the head –– Reid gets to the truth of things while wrapping us in a warm shawl. And the poems leave their mark. These poems are tender, honest and importantly, unafraid.
– Ali Whitelock
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