Susie Wild is author of the poetry collection Better Houses, the short story collection The Art of Contraception listed for the Edge Hill Prize, and the novella Arrivals. Her work has recently featured in Carol Ann Duffy’s pandemic project WRITE Where We Are NOW, The Atlanta Review, Ink Sweat & Tears and Poetry Wales. Wild has placed in the Welshpool Poetry Festival Competition, the Prole Laureate Prize and the Mslexia Women’s Poetry Competition. Born in London, she lives in south Wales.

'Powerful, beautifully crafted poems... there's nothing like poetry to cut down the spaces between us, to leap across gaps, make a friend of a stranger.' - Jonathan EdwardsWindfall:1 : something (such as a tree or fruit) blown down by the wind2 : an unexpected, unearned, or sudden gain or advantageIt is the night my driver's door opens at the traffic-jam-junction, the stalled red lights. The click as the door in front unlocks. His sudden lunge forward, the fast words, a swung fist at the other driver, caught cold, and I watch––- From 'In this battle, there won't be many hugs', 2nd prizewinner in the Welshpool Poetry Festival Competition 2020In Windfalls, Wild writes of fruit blown down by the wind, ofunexpected and unearned gains which renew the beauty and joy of life. Here flying trampolines disrupt trains, apples carpet gardens, the Balloon Girl rises and the red moon sinks. In a city of ups and downs the Handkerchief Tree rare-blooms, fists and knickers are flung, crestfallen angels consider dates, carnivores go hungry, wedding vows are made and a pandemic honeymoon is cancelled. These are also stories of heroines who fall or jump from pedestals, taking risks in a world that is often dangerous for women, but refusing to settle for the conventional. Wild continues to bring us her refreshingly slant world view, whether unpicking the domestic, the political or the environmental.Praise for Better Houses:'Susie Wild writes with poise and precision about the places weinhabit, casting a benevolent spell over her reader.' – SamanthaWynne-Rhydderch'These poems are spells whose words bewitch the ordinary andtransform the objects and routines of our human world with theirword-magic.' – Gillian Clarke