Katy Evans-Bush was born in New York City and has spent most of her life in London. Her blog Baroque in Hackney was shortlisted for the George Orwell Prize for political writing, and she is currently working on a book about the new homelessness. She now lives in Kent, where she is a freelance editor and poetry tutor.

‘These poems demonstrate what can be drawn from the chaos of our times. It is a brave, brilliant, intoxicating body of work.’ – Nancy Campbell‘Complex, political, and somehow exuberant: a bracing rollercoaster of a book.’ – Jacqueline Saphra‘Partly an elegy to Kenneth Patchen, partly mimesis, and partly a way into her own poetic world, Evans-Bush’s poems use fragments and push into Patchen’s aesthetic but are wholly her own.’ – Sean Singer‘No one is saved and no one’s off the hook. That’s the beauty and the bravery of it. The horror of it too. These are poems from the class war. These are poems from the war on women. These are poems from and for a world that will not look poor women in the eye; for a lyric sensibility that drains their rage into pallid depoliticised reservoirs of poetic sentiment. None of that here. But a humour and an honesty that persist despite it all. No little dramas of abjection, but real life. We cannot look away.’ – Fran Lock‘For all the controlled fury and the bitter cataloguing of harms that Joe Hill contains, it is above all a hopeful book. It’s a beautifully written affirmation that we are not alone, that change is not only possible but inevitable, and that poetry still matters and can make a difference.’ – Steven Lovatt, The Friday Review

Katy Evans-Bush was born in New York City and has spent most of her life in London. Her blog Baroque in Hackney was shortlisted for the George Orwell Prize for political writing, and she is currently working on a book about the new homelessness. She now lives in Kent, where she is a freelance editor and poetry tutor.

‘These poems demonstrate what can be drawn from the chaos of our times. It is a brave, brilliant, intoxicating body of work.’ – Nancy Campbell‘Complex, political, and somehow exuberant: a bracing rollercoaster of a book.’ – Jacqueline Saphra‘Partly an elegy to Kenneth Patchen, partly mimesis, and partly a way into her own poetic world, Evans-Bush’s poems use fragments and push into Patchen’s aesthetic but are wholly her own.’ – Sean Singer‘No one is saved and no one’s off the hook. That’s the beauty and the bravery of it. The horror of it too. These are poems from the class war. These are poems from the war on women. These are poems from and for a world that will not look poor women in the eye; for a lyric sensibility that drains their rage into pallid depoliticised reservoirs of poetic sentiment. None of that here. But a humour and an honesty that persist despite it all. No little dramas of abjection, but real life. We cannot look away.’ – Fran Lock‘For all the controlled fury and the bitter cataloguing of harms that Joe Hill contains, it is above all a hopeful book. It’s a beautifully written affirmation that we are not alone, that change is not only possible but inevitable, and that poetry still matters and can make a difference.’ – Steven Lovatt, The Friday Review

Katy Evans-Bush was born in New York City and has spent most of her life in London. Her blog Baroque in Hackney was shortlisted for the George Orwell Prize for political writing, and she is currently working on a book about the new homelessness. She now lives in Kent, where she is a freelance editor and poetry tutor.

‘These poems demonstrate what can be drawn from the chaos of our times. It is a brave, brilliant, intoxicating body of work.’ – Nancy Campbell‘Complex, political, and somehow exuberant: a bracing rollercoaster of a book.’ – Jacqueline Saphra‘Partly an elegy to Kenneth Patchen, partly mimesis, and partly a way into her own poetic world, Evans-Bush’s poems use fragments and push into Patchen’s aesthetic but are wholly her own.’ – Sean Singer‘No one is saved and no one’s off the hook. That’s the beauty and the bravery of it. The horror of it too. These are poems from the class war. These are poems from the war on women. These are poems from and for a world that will not look poor women in the eye; for a lyric sensibility that drains their rage into pallid depoliticised reservoirs of poetic sentiment. None of that here. But a humour and an honesty that persist despite it all. No little dramas of abjection, but real life. We cannot look away.’ – Fran Lock‘For all the controlled fury and the bitter cataloguing of harms that Joe Hill contains, it is above all a hopeful book. It’s a beautifully written affirmation that we are not alone, that change is not only possible but inevitable, and that poetry still matters and can make a difference.’ – Steven Lovatt, The Friday Review