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BiographyPaul Henry is the author of six poetry collections and his work has been widely anthologised. A popular creative writing tutor, he came to poetry through songwriting. He recently presented the 'Inspired' series of art programmes for BBC Radio Wales.
His books are: Time Pieces (1991); Captive Audience (1996); The Milk Thief (1998); The Slipped Leash (2002); The Breath of Sleeping Boys and other poems (2004); and Ingrid's Husband (2007).
Paul Henry was born in 1959 in Aberystwyth, and received an Eric Gregory Award in 1989. A Fellow of the Welsh Academy, he now lives in Gwent, Wales.    
  Genres (in alphabetical order)Poetry     BibliographyTime Pieces Seren, 1991 Captive Audience Seren, 1996 The Milk Thief Seren, 1998 The Slipped Leash Seren, 2002 The Breath of Sleeping Boys and other poems ('Writers of Wales' series) Gwasg Carreg Gwalch, 2004 Ingrid's Husband Seren, 2007  
  Prizes and awards1989 Eric Gregory Award 1992 Arts Council of Wales Literature Award 2002 Arts Council of Wales Literature Award    
  Author statementI grew up in a house of musicians and there’s a poem in my fourth book, The Slipped Leash, called 'Twelve' which records the murderous act of shooting a thrush in mid-song. The poem opens, ‘I was twelve when I murdered for silence’ and, in spite of coming to poetry through songwriting, it was the relative silence of poetry, its inner music, which excited me. The killing of the bird becomes a metaphor for this need for a quieter genre: ‘Silence played a deeper tune / than my father’s violin, / its bullets swifter and cleaner / than any note his dusty bow could fire.’ I think I am trying to hear my way back to those silences when I write poetry, although once the poem is formed, let the spoken word or the sung word give it wings, and forgive my boyhood cruelties.    
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