Launching Creature Without Building

V. Press is very very delighted to share the publication of Creature Without Building, a chapbook of poetry by Ray Vincent-Mills.

“Creature Without Building is a striking debut publication from Ray Vincent-Mills, a poet of exceptional skill and tenacity. The subtle – at times surreal – imagery only serves to underscore the fragmentation of identity provoked by hostile and challenging contemporary cultural politics. At the same time, the poems contained within are laced through with the rawness of lived experience and the precision of authentic observation. In their work, Vincent-Mills offers readers a lens through which to appraise and re-appraise their own complicity in the construction of a social fabric that so often excludes what it should enfold. I exhort readers to keep their eyes peeled for Vincent-Mills, whose star is sure to keep on rising.” 

Jack McGowan

“These poems speak for themselves: bold, bracing, and creating their own style and voice!”

Sarah Leavesley

Creature Without Building is very visceral and very captivating. 

Winner of the V. Press Prize for Poetry 2021

ISBN: 978-1-8380488-9-1

36 pages

R.R.P. £6.50

TRIGGER WARNING: Some of the poems in this chapbook deal with traumatic experiences that readers may potentially find disturbing, including domestic abuse, bulimia, rape, racism and graphic violence. 

A sample poem can be enjoyed below.

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It takes two

A whistle directed at a small boy with a clumsy red scooter 

has the father’s eyes on me.

His lips snap back to the starting line.

We do not talk,

but his eyes call mine

and I think

there really is something in double takes.

In wondering if I took my time with the head like papier-mâché,

discarded the rest, dangled my fingers in…

What colour could I be today?