David Ralph Lewis

Poet and Author

Photo taken by Sam Cavender @samsnapsalot
Photo taken by Sam Cavender

I'm a poet and short story writer based in Bristol, UK, whose work has been nominated for the Forward Prize and has appeared in Neon Magazine, Nine Muses Poetry and Marble Poetry. My first poetry chapbook, Our Voices in the Chaos, was published by Selcouth Station in October 2019. I self published a second tiny pamphlet in October 2020 called Refraction.

I have a number of other books available, including three that are free to download. Go here to browse and download. On this website, I maintain a blog about writing, art and politics as well as any other random topic. Often I scrawl over newspapers to create erasure poetry.

When not writing, I enjoy dancing badly at gigs, attempting to grow vegetables and taking photos. I understand a very, very small amount of what is going on in the world.

You can follow me on: Twitter, Instagram and Facebook.

Or you can contact me here. I'm available for readings, commissions or anything else.

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Recent Posts


30 Apr 2021

This was written in an Apples and Snakes Red Sky Sessions. It started as a response to a poem by Hannah Silva. We then composed by voice, speaking into our phones. I got stuck on the found text aspect of Hannah’s work and ended up repeating loads of politician’s phrases. We then turned it into a poem, so I went to the other extreme and turned it into this.

The Red Sky sessions have been so valuable, so in depth and fantastic to spark off ideas. I have a lot of new directions to go in. Thanks so much to Apples and Snakes for running them.



29 Apr 2021

Taken from an Independent from the start of this year.



26 Apr 2021
we teach the AI how              we scream
feed it all our voices           alone
release all our agony            our grief
our childhood trauma             buried fears
our compressed nightmares        absorbed
into passive microphones         into the night

it runs iterations so fast       it echoes back
Our grunts our exhalations       distorted
an angelic choir united          strange harmony

Written during a Red Sky Session with Apples and Snakes, this was a response to a music loop by Bellatix.