Ross Kightly is a prolific poet. Whether before dawn (summer dawn that is) in his Halifax home, ensconced at his dedicated table in the town’s Café Zone coffee house, or as a devotee of Gaia Holmes’s Igniting the Spark workshops, his lyricism never leaves him.
In Out of Bounds you will find moving family reminiscences and portrayals of beloved landscapes as well as extracts from the legendary Locale sequence, alongside shrewd and original perceptions of the human condition. All this, and much more, in language that sparkles with energy.
Out of Bounds
Kightly’s poems are the surprise postcards you always wish you’d receive. They are overgrown with richly landlocked words and fall through the letterbox with a zap and a chuckle wearing odd shoes. These are poems cut from the unexplored cloth of time and you will want to put them on your mantelpiece. You will want to reply with outstretched arms and move your tongue inside your mouth.
The poems, like their author, are tireless and irrepressible. All sorts of voices clamour to be heard here. Kightly has no time for the placid and silver-grey.