Jim Newcombe was born in Derby in 1976 and now lives in London, where he works as a transcription editor for the Royal Courts of Justice. He has had work published in Staple, Poetry Nottingham, Tears in the Fence, The Bohemian Aesthetic and The Recusant. His poetry is marked by familial discord, unrequited love, a preoccupation with the myth of the Fall and the elusive traces of a prelapsarian world glimpsed in an industrial landscape. He has a four-year-old daughter, Lucinda Berenice.
He would return, aflame with liquor and lust,
to where she lay, curled up impassively,
too cold to rekindle what was lost.
Meanwhile, outside, as the moon was rising,
a wind molesting the leaves of a tree
and the agitated tree resisting.