 
                Is an award winning writer, screenwriter and poet. His fiction has been nominated for the Jerwood Arvon Award and the trAce/Alt-X Award. His work has been published in Ambit, The London Magazine, North American Review, The Interpreter's House, Gargoyle and Transmission. The short 'film noir meets ape' story, Spanking the Monkey, was published by Route in the collection, Next Stop Hope (ISBN 1 901927 19 9). He is one of the founders of the grass roots Literary Promoter, Incwriters (www.incwriters.co.uk) and is the managing editor of the Arts and Literature magazine, Incorporating Writing (www.incorporatingwriting.co.uk). He lectures on Creative Writing for EHU and the OU. He lives in Saddleworth where he curses rain and climbs trees to face North winds. www.andrewoldham.co.uk
Two thousand year stare
                Glass vision; turned over in chocolate soil,
                the boy who bought penny sweets is still
                running down coffin ginnel, hollering,
                with hand in crook of arm, barrelling
                
                through a game of soldiers,
                shoulders stuttering between mouthfuls
                of warm caramel, that trickles down his chin,
                pushing forwards and outwards through coffin end
                
                into streets that are seasons.
                Spring Street: he lurches, balloons
                between the thighs of his daydreams,
                tosses wax lips at neighbourhood kids,
                
                jumps down across the potholes into
                Summer Street: he runs, wind
                in hair without a care of grenades,
                his hand moving fast and sharp, sniping
                
                through cracks in the boarded up houses on
                Autumn Street: where the eaves are camouflage brown
                and all the doors are painted khaki, blasting holes
                in the cinder block macadam and net curtains
                
                that twitch, like the wings of angels, carry him up
                Winter Street. Not a house left, just holes
                in the ground, a crossword puzzle of
                two ups and two downs.
(published in Interpreter's House)
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