Books
Dwell Time - Full-Length Poetry Collection - November 2025 - Tapsalteerie Dwell Time by Taylor Strickland - Tapsalteerie
Dastram/Delirium: Selected Versions of Alasdair Mac Mhaighstir Alasdair - Poetry Translation Full-Length - May 2023 - Broken Sleep Books Taylor Strickland - Dastram/Delirium | Broken Sleep Books
***WINNER: THE SCOTTISH POETRY BOOK OF THE YEAR AWARD 2023***
***POETRY BOOK SOCIETY SUMMER 2023 TRANSLATION CHOICE***
Selected Publications
(Poetry and Translations)
Poetry London - Issue 111 - Summer 2025
The Rialto - Issue 102 - Rialto Magazine 102 | The Rialto - the poetry magazine to read
Irish Pages - Vol. 12 No. 2 - Scotland - Vol. 12 No. 2: Scotland – The Irish Pages Press
Three poems in Sleekit: Contemporary Poems in the Burns Stanza - January 2024 https://www.tapsalteerie.co.uk/product/sleekit/
Poetry Wales - September 2023 https://poetrywales.co.uk/taylor-strickland-how-i-wrote-coille-challtainn/
Poetry Northwest (US) - June 2023 Sea-Incitement (translation by Taylor Strickland) | Poetry Northwest
One poem in Anne-thology: Poems Re-Presenting Anne Shakespeare, BSB - April 2023 - Anne-thology - Poems Re-Presenting Anne Shakespeare | Broken Sleep Books
Gutter - Autumn 2023
New Statesman - 28 September 2022 The NS Poem: Leelanau - New Statesman
Times Literary Supplement - 1 October, 2021 Prayer | Original poem by Taylor Strickland | The TLS (the-tls.co.uk)
Poetry Review - Volume 111.3, Autumn 2021 Vol 111, No 3, Autumn 2021 – The Poetry Society
New Writing Scotland 39 - August 2021
Gutter - Autumn 2020
magma - Issue 75
The Dark Horse - Autumn/Winter 2019
The Interpreter’s House - Issue 75 - Taylor Strickland 71 — The Interpreter's House
The London Magazine - February/March 2019
Selected Awards
Shortlisted for the Ware Poets Prize 2025
Shortlisted for the Wigtown Poetry Competition 2024
Saltire Society Scottish Poetry Book Of The Year Award 2023 - Dastram/Delirium
Poetry Book Society Summer 2023 Translation Choice - Dastram/Delirium
Rialto Nature and Place Competition - Longlisted
University of Glasgow College of Arts Research Support Award
University of Glasgow ‘Seedcorn’ Funding
Orbis Readers’ Award, for ‘After My Father’
Sample Work
Alba, Or Scotland, No Black Coffee Will Help
my whiteboy misery at three am:
stubbornly trying to turn a sonnet
into visa-speak, that sass of Home
Office. What is ‘exceptional talent’?
Calvin Harris-bass drops? Rihanna-rhyme?
The flashlight & fast life of Kanye West?
It’s three am,
Alba.
Too late to sing
of how pointed borders are pointless
in love. They cleave, sever all thistle
& laughter & you are Lady Gaga’s
chart-topping mezzo-mania.
If I were Bradley Cooper’s sixstring,
or Cash Warren’s westcoast smile,
maybe I’d marry my Jessica Alba.
-The Dark Horse, Autumn/Winter 2019, Issue 41
Fingal’s Address To Oscar
for Darrel Strickland
Grandson, you are prince to first heroes.
I saw the glint of your sword,
and the gratitude it composed
in me: your coda of war.
But remember each ancestor’s
great footsteps, and walk within them.
When they lived—Trenmor
and Trathull, both fathers-at-arms—
every battle had a champion,
and they were champions at battle.
Their names crescendo from now on
in poetry’s old ensemble.
So go, Oscar, quash any conqueror.
But raise up all others mercifully.
Winter’s torrent, spring’s meltwater.
Be either force against our enemies.
Be also soft breeze, summer zephyr.
To all in need, you are wanted relief.
Like Trathull or Trenmor, even me,
to this, you have lent a hand
with warm welcome. Grandson,
here, take heart and home
beneath the starlight of my sword.
after ‘Ossian’
*This is a version of the poem just below, not a line-by-line translation. As a result, liberties have been taken.
Briathran Fhinn Ri Oscar
A mhic mo mhic’s e thubhairt an rìgh,
Oscair, a righ nan òg fhlath,
Chunnaic mi dealradh do lainne’s b’e m’uaill
‘Bhi ‘g amharc do bhuaidh ‘s a chath.
Lean gu dlù ri cliù do shinnsireachd
‘S na dìbir a bhi mar iadsan.
‘N uair bu bheò Treunmhor nan rath,
‘Us Trathull athair nan treun laoch,
Chuir iad gach cath le buaidh,
‘Us bhuannaich iad cliù gach teugbhail.
‘Us mairidh an iomradh ‘s an dàn
Air chuimhn’ aig na baird an déigh so.
O ! Oscair, claoidh thus’ an treun-armach,
‘S thoir tearmunn do’n lag-lamhach, fheumach;
Bi mar bhuinne-shruth reothairt geamhraidh
Thoirt gleachd do naimhdibh na feinn,
Ach mar fhann-ghaoth sheimh, thlàth, shamhraidh,
Bi dhoibhsan a shireas do chabhar.
Mar sin bha Treunmhor nam buadh,
S bha Trathull nan ruag ‘n a dheigh ann,
S bha Fionn ‘na thaic do ‘n fhann
G a dhion o ainneart luchd-eucoir.
‘N a aobhar shìnin mo lamh,
Le failte rachainn ‘n a choinnimh,
‘Us gheibheadh e fasgath ‘us caird,
Fo sgàil dhrithlinneach mo loinne.
-The London Magazine, February/March 2019