Contritbuting to ‘The Pub’

One of my favourite publications, The Fence, have a new, beautiful book out called The Pub, published by Penguin/Ebury Press: featuring the best, and the blurst, of British pubs. I was delighted to be asked to contribute, and wrote about one of my favourite pubs down in Devon, that I’ve been going to my whole life (mentioned in Hermit – it was the pub with all the mummers).

The Pub

 

The pub is available here. 

 

 

Cuba Travelogue for Lunate Journal

Since I travelled around Cuba back in 2022, I’d wanted the freedom to write a travelogue about that experience, as I could not find an honest representation of the reality of travelling in Cuba in any of the national publications – and none would offer the word count required to depict the country’s complexities. I was very lucky to be offered that by the brilliant and beautiful Lunate Journal. The piece was published in their final edition earlier this year, and it is one of my favourite pieces that I’ve written to date. It’s no longer available to buy (I’m late to post, as ever). But if you’d like a copy, please get in touch, I can ask the editors if they have any copies still available.

Cuba,

The Moth Poetry Prize Shortlist

In February 2024 I was shortlisted for The Moth Poetry Prize 2023 judge by Hannah Sullivan with my poem ‘And Other Mirages’. The Irish Times wrote:

Hannah Sullivan, TS Eliot Prize winner and associate professor of English at New College, Oxford, has chosen her shortlist for this year’s Moth Poetry Prize: Pencilling the Dates by Catherine Ann Cullen, And Other Mirages by Jade Angeles Fitton, Things I’m Against by Lance Larsen and Extinction Picnic by Craig van Rooyen.

Angeles Fitton’s memoir Hermit was published by Penguin Random House last year. Her work has appeared in the GuardianIndependentVogueTimes Literary Supplement and The Financial Times. She lives in rural Devon.
 
Her poem gives us “a quirky, slight, sideways look at a recent afternoon” which “begins and ends during an exercise class in a swimming pool, the present dilated between two songs from the golden age of pop”, says Sullivan. “Fastening its attention to small, irregular things, like the bobbing wildflower swimming caps, the poem becomes an exercise in evacuating the ego (‘not me, he whispers, not I’).”