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Harry Owen

Cheshire's 1st poet laureate

About Me

Brought up in Liverpool, Harry became a teacher in 1970, beginning his career in Dunstable, Bedfordshire. He then spent several years in California as an English teacher and soccer coach before returning to Liverpool in 1982. For more than ten years he taught in the inner city before eventually moving closer to his present home in Cheshire.
Despite (or perhaps because of) his urban background, he has a deep love of the countryside and the natural environment, often spending his holidays in such tranquil locations as west Cornwall and the Isles of Scilly. Harry lives and works in Congleton, Cheshire, where he is an active member and former Chairman of Congleton Writers Forum.
Harry Owen's first full poetry collection, Searching for Machynlleth, is now in its third (limited) edition commemorating his Showcase event at the 2003 Chester Literature Festival. His second, The Music of Ourselves, is centred on Harry's year as the Cheshire Poet Laureate and provides an excellent introduction to his work.
Both publications are still in print and available from the author.
Widely published in magazines and anthologies both in UK and abroad, Harry Owen's poetry has also been broadcast on the BBC and independent radio stations. He is the author of Harry's Poetry Pack (Cable Educational), a poetry teaching resource based on his own work and designed for secondary school students.
Harry is an acclaimed performer of his work, regularly giving readings and running creative writing workshops with many organisations including schools, colleges, libraries and community groups. He runs the hugely popular bi-monthly Poems & Pints open-mic poetry evenings at the Beartown Tap pub in Congleton and from October 2007 to January 2008 toured as part of the acclaimed 'Bunch of Fives' performance group of Cheshire Poets Laureate.
Harry's first CD of poetry, A Window in my Diary, (in collaboration with musician Carl Brunsdon) was released in July 2006 on the re:groove label. Following this success, a second CD is planned for 2008.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 9/12/2006
Band Website: harry-owen.co.uk
Band Members: Harry Owen
Sounds Like:

Record Label: re:groove
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Poetry

Decision Time   In the end it isn't hard    you face the wall, reach the bottom of the sand-slope, stand at the water's edge.   Think about it, write it down:   Yes or no? ...
Posted by Harry Owen on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 04:14:00 PST

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Forty Years On   How an hour stays forever: down this back staircase in the rich darkness of Wales, a silver river singing outside, air   filled with moss and foreign grasses, and I bear my...
Posted by Harry Owen on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 03:57:00 PST

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Resolving   Answer them once more, all the questions of your life. Open the text at page eight and face again the problems you faced last week, last month, last year. Easy enough when you know h...
Posted by Harry Owen on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 08:19:00 PST

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New Years   Just how many more can there be? Four, it seems, this month: Tibetan, Chinese, Islamic on top of that familiar noxious angst-fest tormenting our midnights from Sydney Harbour to ...
Posted by Harry Owen on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 06:46:00 PST

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Ancestor   If size counted, he was permanent, his chest an acreage of barley, shoulders broad as hillsides.   Herdsman of wild cattle, he knew the heath, its sphagnum musts, its pools, its...
Posted by Harry Owen on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 04:34:00 PST

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Skye   This is what we are: basalt, squall, tide, a galaxy of gorse hurling its coconut glow like spikes of yellow flame into our air, our breathing. This is rock, this is hard, this is meant. Th...
Posted by Harry Owen on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 01:23:00 PST

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Big Brother Glancing up from manicured fingers,with a flick of chamomiled highlights, you smile again.In the gleam from each shop doorway, you floatand I am there. Shall we dance?Drenched in sunshine,...
Posted by Harry Owen on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 04:27:00 PST

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Too Little   She's too bleached a cup to recognise, tea-stains thin as mortification, one cold kettle rattling into dryness;   she's air tenser than the flush of laughter, cisterns weepin...
Posted by Harry Owen on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 01:13:00 PST

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nibbling   ginscreech lizard-leaking shriek of godspeak   indecencies in snarling riffs and demons demons the iced reek of hypocrisies   mystique of weaknesses bleak / oblique and c...
Posted by Harry Owen on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 05:05:00 PST

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Pisces   My world is deep, cold, a comforting green murk sinuous with visions. Air is water; water, air.   I love its grainy algal bloom, scaled as I am, and bulbous; unblinking mud-distil...
Posted by Harry Owen on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 08:02:00 PST