Baz McCarthy is a Bristol poet, who writes and performs his poetry around the venues, festivals, cafés and pubs of Bristol. Unlike most poets, he didn’t write single poem in his youth. He continued not writing poetry, but instead, painting his way… Just like in all the best stories, he suddenly started writing poetry and it turns out that this is his way of communicating with the World. His poems are funny, rude, touching and deeply sad…an accelerated poetic journey from birth, through childhood to adulthood…encompassing every moment of people watching, every overheard argument and conversation around him. Taking on the funny and shocking side of themes, such as addiction, depression, boredom, fast food, shopping, cancer, fish ‘n’ chips and his own completely ordinary and uneventful childhood, spun out…

This website holds a small selection of his poems. Feel free to comment on any of them…do not be afraid or timid!

This is Baz McCarthy and his art at his Bristol poetry studio

the writing process
the poetry-writing process

first book 'Red Gull'
first book of poems from Bristol; ‘Red Gull’

El Rincón stage awaits...
El Rincón, Bristol…the (small but perfectly formed) stage awaits…

Latest Poems

Latest Poetry Events

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Kayaking on Sunday morning with my oldest and best friend. Life is good

Our ferry…wrong tide!

crane of creation

A very happy Mirashade reunion!

Mankind 2

My latest Lithograph: `Red Gull`

Heron Books poetry; free great poets and one great host!

In another life… Me and my best friend still when we were teenagers

My car is in there somewhere!

Reading and also sneakily writing poetry in St. Stephens church Bristol how cool is that?!

Another beautiful start to the day over Bristol

Anna reading at Heron Books x

No such thing as bad weather. It`s all beautiful

Deep green

In a deep green.
The tips of autumn can be seen.
Tidal poison
Time travelling
Through my great bouquet.
Held tightly
With the beat of my love.
Held out.
Held in front of me.
To you.
To see.
But autumn is coming.
Green turns to gold.
A brief moment of riches.
A last great smile.
Light glistening
From the cheeks
Of my child.

Morning pigeon

In front of a curtain of dark grey.
A chink.
The sun shines.
On the pigeon.
On the aerial.
On the chimney.
On the roof tiles.
Where it wakes.
Dark dreams are burnt away.
Absolute stillness.
Fidgets at the day.

I`m on stage here tomorrow night apparently! It`s gonna be cracking!!!

`Infection`. I`ve had a serious infection for a week and a half and somehow this view from my bed out of my window sums it up beautiful but at the same time, well, you decide…

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Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol9 months ago
Riff Corner, Clevedon poetry night; so cool!
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol9 months ago
Balloons over Bristol first thing in the morning what a wonderful city to live in!
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol10 months ago
Absolutely inspiring night of poetry at Sydney & Eden https://buff.ly/43Rt1le I read twice, love the group x
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol10 months ago
Wonderful group of poets open mic this lunchtime such extraordinary individual voices https://buff.ly/3rE0rGH
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol10 months ago
Me reading my competition poem written in 30 minutes about the random subject; Summer
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol
Baz McCarthy, Poet Bristol10 months ago
A short poem for Infringed 1 Year party!