Mike Di Placido

Mike Di Placido has published two collections of poetry: Theatre of Dreams (Smith/Doorstop, 2009) and A Sixty Watt Las Vegas (Valley Press, 2013). His poetry has been translated into German and Romanian through the web magazine PoetryPf, and also broadcast on British and European radio.

Mike has read at numerous literary Festivals. His poems and reviews have appeared in anthologies and magazines such as The North, The Rialto, Pennine Platform and Poetry Saltzburg. He was recently the sole judge of The Poetry Space Competition, 2017. 

Mike is a member of The Ted Hughes Society and The Elmet Trust.

I can’t remember when I enjoyed a book of poems so much; possibly ‘Season Songs’.                Keith Sagar (on Di Placido’s ‘Theatre of Dreams’)

Shrewdly, comically, with Blakean innocence, Mike Di Placido writes about enthusiasm and inspiration: how in practice we read poetry and fall in love with it.                                                           Ed Reiss

In these poems Ted comes alive again, he lives and breathes. These poems are healing gifts. Mark Hinchliffe

Wasp

 I was reaching for the toothpaste                                                                                                                      when I saw him, lumbering across                                                                                                                        the white tiles, hauling his voltage of sting.                                                                                                           He was dozy, out of season, spent.                                                                                                                            I stood watching him, this ‘aggressor’,                                                                                                               who probably wouldn’t make the rest of the day?                                                                                       Then gingerly, lifting him onto a piece of card,                                                                                           flicked him through the bathroom window                                                                                                  where he fell, spinning to freedom –                                                                                                                   and whatever else was left to him.