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Melita Hume Poetry Prize Shortlist: #10 POLLY ATKIN


Polly Atkin, shortlistedf for the MHPP 2012

Polly Atkin was born in Nottingham in 1980, and later lived in East London for seven years before moving to Cumbria in 2006 to conduct doctoral research on literature and place. Her poems have been published in various magazines and journals including Rialto, Orbis, Tellus, and Flax, most recently in Pilot Pocket Book 9 (Toronto), 1110/3 (Nottingham) and Magma 53 (London). Various of her poems have been placed first in the Troubadour (2008) and Kent and Sussex (2011) Competitions, placed third in the Strokestown (2004) and Ashbourne (2011) Poetry Festival Prizes, been commended in the National Sonnet (2007), McLellan (2009), Basil Bunting (2010), Wigtown (2010) and Troubadour (2010) Competitions, and shortlisted for the Wasafiri New Writing Prize (2011).  Her poem ‘Seven Nights of Uncreation’ was chosen for inclusion in the ACE Abolition! project, commemorating the Abolition of the Slave Trade Act, 1807, and published in the associated artists’ book, I have found a song (London: Enitharmon, 2010). Her pamphlet bone song (Clitheroe: Aussteiger, 2008) was shortlisted for the 2009 Michael Marks Pamphlet Award.  In 2010 her unpublished first collection was shortlisted for an Eric Gregory award. In 2011 she gained ACE funding to complete further work on the collection. She currently teaches English Literature and Creative Writing part-time at the universities of Lancaster and Cumbria.

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Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

Is Enitharmon still in business? I know that they had their Arts Council grant slashed last year. How do people get ACE funding anyway? I had to write my eleven volumes with no financial help from any body!

Best wishes from Simon

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