Prose poetry
Editions of Marc Atkins’s prose poetry in print, with brief notes and links to order or read more.
Silent Street
by Marc Atkins
Marc’s third prose poetry book, published June 2018.
Atkins’ texts are unprecedented... personal inflections, emphatic, insistent, uncompromising in their eclectic mixing of registers, choosing stark combinations of abstract and concrete because the truth can only be delivered that way. Rod Mengham
As always the clarity and visuality of his prose engage with aesthetic and philosophical issues while generating powerful images, whether they are flamboyant or quietly meditative or somewhere in between. Another fine book of “irresponsible texts.” Michel Delville, author of The American Prose Poem
The Prism Walls
by Marc Atkins
Marc’s second prose poetry book, published May 2014.
The Prism Walls is an intense, sustained and unified tour de force. Atkins’ work gets more adventurous and the result is exhilarating. The power of the writing derives from an elemental landscape merged with elemental conditions of dwelling. Rod Mengham
I enjoyed The Prism Walls throughout. I particularly took pleasure in the seamless transitions from the verbal to the material (words morphing into smoke, light, shadows, breath, …).
Cover artwork by Marc Atkins. Cover design by Vaughan Oliver and Marc Atkins.
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Logic of the Stairwell
by Marc Atkins
Marc’s first prose poetry book, published February 2011.
This fascinating, intoxicating and often hallucinatory book ranks amongst the best prose poetry collections of the last half century. Atkins is a Surrealist visionary whose prose creates a murmuring dream in every sentence, a visual universe in every paragraph. Michel Delville, author of The American Prose Poem
As a visual artist, Marc Atkins fills his work with hints and clues to a world of hidden spaces and scenarios. Here, in his writing, that world is disclosed in meticulous detail. It amounts to a reserve collection of a new dimension that lies just beyond the familiar, on the edges of the utterly strange. Rod Mengham