Flowers Won’t Grow – Karenjit Sandhu & SJ Fowler

A unique epistolary poetry collection and a collaborative feat of rare acumen, Flowers Won’t Grow contemplates mundanity and gratitude with a mix of polite curiosity and tender contempt. The lettered, prose-ish poems of Sandhu and Fowler speak to a luminous private public exchange, and the writeable unspeakables of a long London summer. These are playful, complex poems, of a city, of soap and fizzy water, of a search for commonality in quiet, of paper birds and hardened workers.

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Flowers Won’t Grow
SJ Fowler & Karenjit Sandhu

Published June 2021
ISBN 978-1-912960-70-5
A5 Size
40 printed pages
Cimera Series #5
Print run of 200
Price – £4.99

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‘Exchanges, transfers and transferrals of intimacy and stark urgency – a
work of posed questions, thumbed noses and drawn blood’.
Eley Williams

‘This is a nurse’s attention on a knife edge. A pin-prick of address, a poem
that says “let’s get out of here” to and about itself. Everything is external,
but you can’t get outside, even if you don’t what to know what’s inside. It’s
a hostile take over of mundane objects and day-to-day experience in a
language that asks us to settle for fruit syrup but reaches beyond to the
Prudence Bussey-Chamberlain

Karenjit Sandhu is a poet and artist. Her debut poetry collection young girls! is forthcoming with the 87 Press (2021). Karenjit’s poems appear in Judith: Women Making Visual Poetry (Timglaset Editions, 2021), Writing Utopia (Hesterglock Press, 2020) and Nemeses (HVTN Press, 2019). Her work has also appeared in Magma in collaboration with Ryan Ormonde (2020), as well as online at Digital Poetics (87 Press, 2020), Junction Box (2020) and DATABLEED (2019). Her performance work has led to collaborations with the Sir Denis Mahon Foundation, the Institute of Contemporary Arts, Flat Time House and Camden People’s Theatre (London), Arnolfini (Bristol) and Galerie Eric Dupont (Paris). Karenjit is one of the judges of the 2021 Streetcake Writing Prize.

SJ Fowler is a writer, poet and artist who lives in London. His writing has explored subjects as diverse as prescription drugs, films, fight sports, museums, prisons and animals and his work has been commissioned by Tate Modern, BBC Radio 3, Somerset House, Tate Britain, London Sinfonietta, Southbank Centre, National Centre for Writing, National Poetry Library, Science Museum and Liverpool Biennial amongst others. He’s been translated into 27 languages and produced collaborations with over 150 artists. He has pioneered the fields of performance literature, literary curation, visual, photo and fifilm poetry, collaborative poetry and Neuropoetics. ‘Flowers won’t grow’ is his 44th publication and the 17th to be collaborative.

Crowfinger – SJ Fowler and Bård Torgersen

The boldest take on photopoetry and corvids of the last decade, Crowfinger is a book that offers more than meets the eye. Juxtaposing Torgersen’s candid and striking photographs of Norwegian forests with Fowler’s precise and unrelenting poetry, it comes at you like evening fog between the trees. The poems see you before you see them, and unless you’re careful they’ll lure you off the path. It is lucky then that Crowfinger is here to guide you home. Because you may not know Crowfinger, but Crowfinger sure knows you.

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SJ Fowler and Bård Torgersen
Published December 2020
ISBN 978-1-912960-65-1
A5 Size
36 printed pages
Cimera Series #4
Print run of 200
Price – £4.99
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“This is menacing and funny and antic and accusatory and gorgeous and just the best kind of collaboration. It gives us a new way into ekphrasis and a new maze to lose ourselves in. Were you having beautiful thoughts in the beautiful place? Can you just be f*cking honest for once in your life?”
Luke Kennard, poet

“The only thing I could compare this book to is going for a run in the forest in the middle of the night. Surrounded by pitch black you hurtle yourself into a little pocket of light whilst trying your best to ignore whatever it is that’s watching you from the shadows. I’m not sure if I read the book or the book read me.”
Mikael Buck, photographer