The Halt
@thehalt.bsky.social
Occasional poems, prose and photographs by Brian Lewis (editor/publisher, Longbarrow Press). 'East Wind' (2015) and 'White Thorns' (2017) published by Gordian Projects.
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"As I approach the blocking stones I realise that the barrow is, for me, a sacred place, because the memory of childhood is a sacred place. And part of it is preserved here."
Seventy miles, thirty-five hours, four counties, two long barrows.
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Seventy miles, thirty-five hours, four counties, two long barrows.
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August 16, 2026 at 9:05 PM
"As I approach the blocking stones I realise that the barrow is, for me, a sacred place, because the memory of childhood is a sacred place. And part of it is preserved here."
Seventy miles, thirty-five hours, four counties, two long barrows.
longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/slow-netwo...
Seventy miles, thirty-five hours, four counties, two long barrows.
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The Perseid meteor shower is set to peak tonight, in the small hours, on the other side of the solar eclipse, the culmination of several weeks of activity, with a few more weeks to come. It's not so much an event as a process. Here's a piece written in the wake of the 2021 shower.
'I cannot read the sky, I cannot place the constellations, but I can grasp a pattern of disturbance. There is a trick, a feint, to face the dark field without staring into it, to stay focused without a focal point.'
'Flights' (August 2021)
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'Flights' (August 2021)
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August 12, 2026 at 8:06 AM
The Perseid meteor shower is set to peak tonight, in the small hours, on the other side of the solar eclipse, the culmination of several weeks of activity, with a few more weeks to come. It's not so much an event as a process. Here's a piece written in the wake of the 2021 shower.
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Four walks in four seasons: south to north, west to east, east to west, north to south. Of time and the Dutch River.
1: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/dutch-river
2: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/unrecovere...
3: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/point-zero
4: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/to-scale
1: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/dutch-river
2: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/unrecovere...
3: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/point-zero
4: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/to-scale
July 11, 2026 at 2:02 PM
Four walks in four seasons: south to north, west to east, east to west, north to south. Of time and the Dutch River.
1: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/dutch-river
2: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/unrecovere...
3: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/point-zero
4: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/to-scale
1: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/dutch-river
2: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/unrecovere...
3: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/point-zero
4: longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/to-scale
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Many thanks to everyone who's shared and followed this (unusually slow) walk-in-progress over the past two weeks. The full thread (122 posts) is below.
A walk from York to Goole, via the River Ouse, Bishopthorpe, the Trans Pennine Trail, Selby and Boothferry, 9am to 9.30pm Thursday 2 April 2026.
An improvised, illustrated thread of indeterminate length, part reflection, part reconstruction. 1/
An improvised, illustrated thread of indeterminate length, part reflection, part reconstruction. 1/
April 19, 2026 at 12:21 PM
Many thanks to everyone who's shared and followed this (unusually slow) walk-in-progress over the past two weeks. The full thread (122 posts) is below.
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A walk from York to Goole, via the River Ouse, Bishopthorpe, the Trans Pennine Trail, Selby and Boothferry, 9am to 9.30pm Thursday 2 April 2026.
An improvised, illustrated thread of indeterminate length, part reflection, part reconstruction. 1/
An improvised, illustrated thread of indeterminate length, part reflection, part reconstruction. 1/
April 5, 2026 at 6:04 AM
A walk from York to Goole, via the River Ouse, Bishopthorpe, the Trans Pennine Trail, Selby and Boothferry, 9am to 9.30pm Thursday 2 April 2026.
An improvised, illustrated thread of indeterminate length, part reflection, part reconstruction. 1/
An improvised, illustrated thread of indeterminate length, part reflection, part reconstruction. 1/
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When I lost interest in narrative, I lost the stories of my own life, I couldn’t fill the holes in the plot. I started to tell the stories again, piecing them together from what others had told me, their remembering was my remembering. The telling is all.
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March 1, 2026 at 8:09 AM
When I lost interest in narrative, I lost the stories of my own life, I couldn’t fill the holes in the plot. I started to tell the stories again, piecing them together from what others had told me, their remembering was my remembering. The telling is all.
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longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/heart-of-t...
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'A city caught in the act of disappearing.'
Available now: the second part of my conversation with @cwjoneschris.bsky.social for The Two-Way Poetry Podcast, in which he and I discuss his sequence 'Little Piece of Harm' (and other Longbarrow titles).
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Available now: the second part of my conversation with @cwjoneschris.bsky.social for The Two-Way Poetry Podcast, in which he and I discuss his sequence 'Little Piece of Harm' (and other Longbarrow titles).
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February 8, 2026 at 10:10 AM
'A city caught in the act of disappearing.'
Available now: the second part of my conversation with @cwjoneschris.bsky.social for The Two-Way Poetry Podcast, in which he and I discuss his sequence 'Little Piece of Harm' (and other Longbarrow titles).
twowaypoetry.podbean.com/e/part-two-o...
Available now: the second part of my conversation with @cwjoneschris.bsky.social for The Two-Way Poetry Podcast, in which he and I discuss his sequence 'Little Piece of Harm' (and other Longbarrow titles).
twowaypoetry.podbean.com/e/part-two-o...
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Just released - the 2nd episode of my interview with @thehalt.bsky.social for The Two-Way Poetry Podcast on his memoir Last Collection and my book Little Piece of Harm.
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@petegreensolo.com @drjomaher.bsky.social @longbarrowpress.bsky.social @emmabolland.bsky.social
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Part Two: Brian Lewis on his memoir 'Last Collection' alongside Chris Jones on his book of poems Little Piece of Harm
Here, in the second of two episodes, I continue a slightly different approach and talk to Brian Lewis about his essay/memoir ‘Last Collection’ alongside my own book of poetry Little Piece of Harm.
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February 8, 2026 at 8:36 PM
Just released - the 2nd episode of my interview with @thehalt.bsky.social for The Two-Way Poetry Podcast on his memoir Last Collection and my book Little Piece of Harm.
@petegreensolo.com @drjomaher.bsky.social @longbarrowpress.bsky.social @emmabolland.bsky.social
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@petegreensolo.com @drjomaher.bsky.social @longbarrowpress.bsky.social @emmabolland.bsky.social
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'My mother grew sunflowers. I’d look out of the window and see them standing up straight against the back fence. She was always planting ahead of time. I understood, at last, what it meant, in the year of her death, to see the garden through its seasons.'
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October 15, 2025 at 6:18 PM
'My mother grew sunflowers. I’d look out of the window and see them standing up straight against the back fence. She was always planting ahead of time. I understood, at last, what it meant, in the year of her death, to see the garden through its seasons.'
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'A day’s work. What is there to show for it. Think of storage. Think of distribution. In every corner. In every direction. Work going on. As far as the eye can see. Work going on. When you’re not looking.'
'Unrecovered Time': a walk from Leeds to Goole
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'Unrecovered Time': a walk from Leeds to Goole
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October 19, 2025 at 8:17 PM
'A day’s work. What is there to show for it. Think of storage. Think of distribution. In every corner. In every direction. Work going on. As far as the eye can see. Work going on. When you’re not looking.'
'Unrecovered Time': a walk from Leeds to Goole
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'Unrecovered Time': a walk from Leeds to Goole
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'My sleep has been bad since Sunday, slow to come, then broken, and the day starts with something missing. Lorry, van, flatbed truck.'
'Unrecovered Time': an account of a day's walk from Leeds to Goole (lightly revised from the recent Bluesky thread)
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'Unrecovered Time': an account of a day's walk from Leeds to Goole (lightly revised from the recent Bluesky thread)
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October 12, 2025 at 11:10 AM
'My sleep has been bad since Sunday, slow to come, then broken, and the day starts with something missing. Lorry, van, flatbed truck.'
'Unrecovered Time': an account of a day's walk from Leeds to Goole (lightly revised from the recent Bluesky thread)
longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/unrecovere...
'Unrecovered Time': an account of a day's walk from Leeds to Goole (lightly revised from the recent Bluesky thread)
longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/unrecovere...
No cross, no colour.
The fields marked and abandoned
by flag and flower.
The fields marked and abandoned
by flag and flower.
August 24, 2025 at 7:46 PM
No cross, no colour.
The fields marked and abandoned
by flag and flower.
The fields marked and abandoned
by flag and flower.
A few poems re-presented as part of the Colour in Conversation residency / research project led by artists and writers Stu Burke, Gary Simmonds, and @emmabolland.bsky.social in Sheffield last week.
July 14, 2025 at 3:42 PM
A few poems re-presented as part of the Colour in Conversation residency / research project led by artists and writers Stu Burke, Gary Simmonds, and @emmabolland.bsky.social in Sheffield last week.
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This Saturday, 2pm. I'm reading alongside @thehalt.bsky.social @rachelartsmith.bsky.social and Conor Rodgers as part of the Checked Out exhibition events programme. #Sheffield #poetry #prose #performance.
Chuffed to have two installations in the exhibition Checked Out, curated by Thomas Griffiths in #Sheffield. I'm reading a related script in progress as part of the events programme on the 12th. Free, all welcome! www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/checked-ou...
July 8, 2025 at 9:03 AM
This Saturday, 2pm. I'm reading alongside @thehalt.bsky.social @rachelartsmith.bsky.social and Conor Rodgers as part of the Checked Out exhibition events programme. #Sheffield #poetry #prose #performance.
"At Bamforth Street tram stop the grass is banked with daffodil clumps and clouds of white blossom drift down from the crescents. My head is full of microns and kerning, little pencilled notes left over from the new book, 21mm margins, 13.9pt leading over 10.5pt text."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 26, 2025 at 2:53 PM
"At Bamforth Street tram stop the grass is banked with daffodil clumps and clouds of white blossom drift down from the crescents. My head is full of microns and kerning, little pencilled notes left over from the new book, 21mm margins, 13.9pt leading over 10.5pt text."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"After my grandfather died, my mother discovered a cache of greetings cards in his desk drawer, birthdays and anniversaries, all of them stamped, unaddressed, unwritten. Occasions yet to come. This is what he remembered in a year of oesophageal cancer."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 26, 2025 at 10:06 AM
"After my grandfather died, my mother discovered a cache of greetings cards in his desk drawer, birthdays and anniversaries, all of them stamped, unaddressed, unwritten. Occasions yet to come. This is what he remembered in a year of oesophageal cancer."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"The mailer had made three or four tours of the postal network. I tried to work out the stages, the full itinerary, from the layers of handwritten and printed shipping labels and postage labels, I could only be certain of where it had ended up, the last known address."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 25, 2025 at 1:30 PM
"The mailer had made three or four tours of the postal network. I tried to work out the stages, the full itinerary, from the layers of handwritten and printed shipping labels and postage labels, I could only be certain of where it had ended up, the last known address."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"To see the deciduous street tree, to see it from your window, always coming into leaf, even when it is not leafing, even when the leaves have gone, the idea of it and the eventual return, and then, one day, not to be there to see it, not to be there at all."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 25, 2025 at 12:26 PM
"To see the deciduous street tree, to see it from your window, always coming into leaf, even when it is not leafing, even when the leaves have gone, the idea of it and the eventual return, and then, one day, not to be there to see it, not to be there at all."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"The gradient drops out and the houses on my left sink below the boundary walls and I decide that street trees are public amenities. Handmade posters in the upstairs windows, even now, are they fresh or just clinging to the light, a burst of yellow at the end of the road."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 25, 2025 at 11:19 AM
"The gradient drops out and the houses on my left sink below the boundary walls and I decide that street trees are public amenities. Handmade posters in the upstairs windows, even now, are they fresh or just clinging to the light, a burst of yellow at the end of the road."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"If blanks in the front matter are the book drawing breath then blanks in the end matter are the book exhaling. I often leave the last two pages blank for this reason. A blind folio need not be blank at all. It can be any page without a printed number."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 25, 2025 at 7:48 AM
"If blanks in the front matter are the book drawing breath then blanks in the end matter are the book exhaling. I often leave the last two pages blank for this reason. A blind folio need not be blank at all. It can be any page without a printed number."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"The unwritten history of one borrowed book, a life out on loan, passing through other lives, across the city, beyond the city, wherever it is needed, no shelfmark, no bookplate, no due date. Slow distribution. Person to person. The map, or maps, that could show it all."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 23, 2025 at 9:41 AM
"The unwritten history of one borrowed book, a life out on loan, passing through other lives, across the city, beyond the city, wherever it is needed, no shelfmark, no bookplate, no due date. Slow distribution. Person to person. The map, or maps, that could show it all."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"I think of the decisions forced by indecision, when it seemed that there were no good or right decisions, pick one, not that one, pick another, quick, the moment is passing. The moment passes and the decision is made or unmade and the future happens anyway. "
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 22, 2025 at 8:59 PM
"I think of the decisions forced by indecision, when it seemed that there were no good or right decisions, pick one, not that one, pick another, quick, the moment is passing. The moment passes and the decision is made or unmade and the future happens anyway. "
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"A bookmaker didn't make books, or lend them, or sell them, there were almost no books in the bookies. There was one book and it was kept behind the counter. It started off blank, pages of prophecies that would be proved true or untrue, the book of books had to balance."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 22, 2025 at 2:34 PM
"A bookmaker didn't make books, or lend them, or sell them, there were almost no books in the bookies. There was one book and it was kept behind the counter. It started off blank, pages of prophecies that would be proved true or untrue, the book of books had to balance."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"In later years, when I was lost, or troubled, I would find my way back to the encyclopaedia, any volume, any page, everything you wanted to know. Entries that refer you to other entries. Subsections and colour-coded maps. It was organised and random. An index of solace."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 22, 2025 at 10:10 AM
"In later years, when I was lost, or troubled, I would find my way back to the encyclopaedia, any volume, any page, everything you wanted to know. Entries that refer you to other entries. Subsections and colour-coded maps. It was organised and random. An index of solace."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
"I forget that my father was colour blind. It was explained to me as a child, I tried to imagine what it would be like to name a world without greens or reds, a uniform, for example, or a post box, but all I could see were pencilled greys where the colours should have been."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'
May 21, 2025 at 8:52 PM
"I forget that my father was colour blind. It was explained to me as a child, I tried to imagine what it would be like to name a world without greens or reds, a uniform, for example, or a post box, but all I could see were pencilled greys where the colours should have been."
'Local Distribution'
'Local Distribution'