David Ralph Lewis

Poet and Author


Show and Tell

04 Sep 2020 Category: poetry

Miss Morris asked us to bring something special
in and talk about it in front of the class
for everyone else to share and enjoy
and so in this cardboard box I have brought
the first rays of morning and if I open it
this classroom, with its peeling walls,
its desks engraved with cramped insults
and declarations of love from children
who have now become adults, its blutacked
posters of the alphabet, all we can see will
transform into gold and all our...


Half Life

03 Sep 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from Crack Magazine, October 2019


Costal walks

02 Sep 2020 Category: photos

I’m delighted to have a poem over at Mineral Lit. It’s a very strange one called Travelling.


Missed Connection

25 Aug 2020 Category: poetry

Were you the stranger dressed in electricity
who floated above the tarmac without contact,
who smiled in morse code, smelled of lavender
and engine oil, who spoke in rapid static bursts
which I understood to be secrets never spoken?
Did you splinter my sternum, peer inside to find
distant storms and lightning brewing? Did you fold
yourself into the air and vanish, entering the unseen
creases of reality as easily as catching a bus?
Were your irises burnt into the pavement for days?
Please respond to me if...


Advert Break

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

The opening shot is a still lake, first thing in the morning. The sun has just started to beam down on the water. It is a mirror, reflecting the perfect blue sky. There’s no clouds. Not here. The lake is surrounded by pine trees, all pristine as if they have been copy and pasted. There’s a pier that juts out from the bottom of the frame into the lake, with a small row boat tied to it. The boat has a cloth tarpaulin over it and oars sticking out. A couple of boards are missing on the pier. Paint on...


What we are made of

12 Aug 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from Crack magazine, February 2020.



10 Aug 2020 Category: poetry

Drunk dancers stumbling over earth,
we expect to leave no trace behind.

After centuries of exponential progress
the sudden fury of suns is released.

Afterwards, on bricks still standing
we are etched silhouettes embracing.

Our outlines entwined, two dimensions,
diminished by the judgement of light.

75 years later, we still hear the echoes.



07 Aug 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from Dork magazine, April 2019.


Growing summer

05 Aug 2020 Category: photos

Throughout the lockdown, our allotment has been a place to escape to, a little patch of ground we can control and shape. Now our hard work has paid off. Each time we visit there are more vegetables and fruit to harvest, more new growth, more life exploding everywhere.


Half Awake

30 Jul 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from Bristol In Stereo magazine, May 2019.



27 Jul 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from Bristol In Stereo magazine, May 2019.


Silicone Song

24 Jul 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from a conversation with Holly Herndon in Bristol In Stereo magazine, May 2019. Which means I can link to this excellent song- her album is some of the most thrilling music I have listened to in the last few months.

I’m also really honoured to have a poem in the latest issue of Marble Poetry. Check it out here.


Into the Night

23 Jul 2020 Category: this was meant to be the future

There was no sun. The news was full of theories about what had happened but there were no facts, just wild speculation. The government told people not to panic but most of the cabinet had gone missing, so that didn’t help. All we were left with was the thick, dark void that hung above our heads, offering more questions than answers.

The moon and stars had vanished as well, but it was the hideous absence of a benevolent star that panicked people the most.


Recent Poetry Books I've Enjoyed

16 Jul 2020 Category: book review

I’ve had lots of time to read poetry books, so here are a few I have enjoyed recently that I would recommend:

Thalassic - Malaika Kegode

These are poems that feel necessary for this current moment in time as so many of us rebuild our selves and our society. The sequence is a healing one, moving from grief and despair to hope as the narrator reconstructs herself. But it’s not an immediate, straightforward healing, it’s a gradual piecing together of a new self from disparate fragments:

every part of you that’s rotten
every part of you...



15 Jul 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from listings for The Lanes in Bristol: In Stereo magazine, May 2020