Parsimony
This is my first full collection, with fifty-five poems about possibility, survival, and my obsessive returning to the woods, available from Two Ravens Press. Excerpt.
A poetry of watchfulness, of immersion in wilderness and commune with the
wild, David Troupes’ fine debut is marked by an intensely focused inquisitiveness,
delineating landscapes, shifting seasons and their creatures in a meticulous,
sparing style, all filtered through a wonderfully lyrical sensibility. - Robert Alan Jamieson
There is a sense, properly veiled,
of the sacred – a sense of wonder, and
mystery too, for these poems don’t instantly yield their meanings. Formally
confident, Troupes can pull off both conventional rhymes and unconventional
line-breaks, and execute the most startling of shifts with his deft similes. - Ken Cockburn
Descriptively powerful and evocative poems in which the quotidian becomes emblamatic and luminous.
A fine achievement. - Other Poetry
[Troupes] achieves maximum effect with a minimum of words. - Gutter
As We Make Our Way Home
Look. A set of 6 postcards, each set bound and editioned out of 500. Each card features an illustration by
Laurie Hastings paired with one of my poems. At the center of this
collaboration are the moods and scenes and rhythms of a city: people, and the textures that people form.
Drop me an email (address on the front page) if you'd like to buy more than one set, as there will be savings on the
postage.
The Scarecrow
A simple folded pamphlet, available from Knucker Press. Excerpt.
A woman, about whom we know nothing except that she is walking in late autumn, passes a scarecrow. In a sequence of ten
short poems, a world in decline is evoked exactly by a mind attentive to beauty, bleakness and fragility, as Troupes sets
growth against decay, order against chaos, life against death. Written in loose yet disciplined couplets with flair and
precision, there is a sense both of intimate involvement and utter detachment, encompassing the essential delight and
terror we feel when we engage deeply with the natural world. This simplest of journeys becomes both Eden and Apocalypse.
- Ken Cockburn