David Ralph Lewis

Poet and Author




A hobby

29 Feb 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from Meditations on the suburban surreal by William Doyle in issue 108 of Crack Magazine


Humans are more than money

27 Feb 2020 Category: politics

Humans are worth more than the contents of their bank accounts.  That should not be the only criteria we judge them on. Humans are part of society. Humans are activists, speakers, community members, idea incubators, balls of potential that given the right prompting can transform into something new.

Humans are somehow more than their relationships to each other. Humans can make art that creates inexplicable feelings. Humans can imagine new infrastructures. Humans can devise new experiments to test new hypotheses.  Humans can transform their landscapes, for better or worse.

When governments are looking for scapegoats, they will often point to...


Never Change Bristol

23 Feb 2020 Category: photos

Taken a couple of weeks ago but only just refound


These Poems are Not What They Seem

23 Feb 2020 Category: publications

I’m delighted to have a poem included in an anthology of poems inspired by Twin Peaks, called These Poems are Not What They Seem, published by APEP publications. My poem is called We’re gonna keep her out of it and draws inspiration from Sarah Palmer and the character of Judy in the return. It’s also about rumours.

The anthology out March 7th and is available for preorder now. It’s a US publication though, so check shipping costs.

I also read my poem as part of Performance Anxiety, a monthly reading on skype. You can listen below. I’m the token...



20 Feb 2020 Category: this was meant to be the future

This is the second story in a series I’m publishing monthly throughout 2020. More details here.

CW: self-harm, blood

From the pharmacist, I get gauze, bandages, surgical tape and antiseptic cream. It took me a while to find a pharmacist that still took cash. From a grotty corner store I pick up the plainest, cheapest razor blades I can find. I don’t need five blades and a trimming razor. The moisturising gel is unimportant. I need razor blades that will break apart easiest.



17 Feb 2020 Category: photos



13 Feb 2020 Category: photos



13 Feb 2020 Category: poetry

This essay from Jack Underwood blew me away, because he nails down thoughts I’ve had before but have struggled to put into words. He describes poetry as a necessary counterpoint to the simplification of stories we are being fed today:

They know that nostalgia for simpler configurations and categories is a symptom of fear and frustration. They know that as everything gets worse through deliberate inactivity the more frustrated and scared we become. “The answer is simple,” they tell us: “We must simplify!” Then: “You do not cohere to simplicity. Why are you making this so difficult? Everyone...



11 Feb 2020 Category: poetry

Night falls so quickly
it breaks apart on impact.
Dark shrapnel scatters.



10 Feb 2020 Category: photos

The rain is good for something at least



07 Feb 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from Bristol Sounds interview with pet Shimmers, January 2020.

As a Friday bonus, have this song by Anna Meredith.


I was lucky enough to see her and her band last night and they were incredible.1 So much energy and joy. It’s the most interesting and exhilarating music that is unable to be defined. It goes in so many directions and all of them are excellent. Plus at the gig they finished with a medley of cheesy songs, including Daniel Bedingfield and ABBA. What’s not to like?

The clarity of winter

01 Feb 2020 Category: erasure poetry

This song seems appropriate given the events of yesterday. It’s a slow growing collapse.




30 Jan 2020 Category: erasure poetry


On the radio

24 Jan 2020 Category: publications

I was very lucky to have a poem on BBC Radio Bristol’s Upload show. The poem is called Encrypted and was written for Tonic, which is an amazing night. You get given a prompt and you have a month to write a piece for it.

The prompt I got was “threw postcards in the shape of airplanes hoping they get to where they meant to”. It pushed the poem in strange new directions I never would have thought of if I was just sitting down to write without a prompt.

Thanks to Chris Beale for recording it and Upload...


Assorted news and links

21 Jan 2020 Category: link round up

  • Theres a new poem of mine up on Fevers of the Mind. Its called Failed Hypothesis, go here to read it.

  • I love these cold clear winter days. Here’s a photo I took yesterday by the harbour:

  • If you’re writing anything in any capacity you should take some time to read this amazing essay by Kali Wallace. It’s something I’ve touched on before, the pressure to keep working, but articulated so beautifully and painfully:

Write something else. Write it faster. And network more, because...