KATIE PROCTOR - POET
“Winding through the five senses with visceral and dream-like details, Katie Proctor interrogates the confusion and yearning of young love in this honest collection, ‘HELICOPTER HONEY’. They employ energetic twists of language to accurately render tactile and tiny details as a feast for the reader, then pull back to display the broad sweep of intimacy and yearning that encompasses what it is to learn and grow while loving another. Unapologetically queer, both finessed and artless, Proctor will pull you along during this investigation of love, as relatable and surprising as any journey of understanding can be. In one of these pieces they write, 'what's life if you can't write your own fables?'. Luckily for us, they have done just that.”
Arden Hunter, author of 'Pull Yourself Together', 'Drifting Bottles', and 'Stop Fidgeting'
“‘HELICOPTER HONEY’ is a sensual, bold collection of poetry that lavishes the reader with blinding imagery that radiates long after words are read. Natural touches give this collection a sense of unparalleled vibrancy that delicately lingers. Proctor’s haunting words are a must-read.”
A.R.Salandy, Author, Co-Editor in Chief Fahmidan Journal, Poetry Editor Chestnut Review
“Following the first steps of ‘Seasons’, their 2020 debut pamphlet, Proctor is in full flow here, with this modern-day tale of titanium love and loss, writing their own fables beyond the ties of anything binary. These are sensual kaleidoscopes of crush, blush and broken, painting bruises into better murals, releasing sorrow with a Lizzo hip-shake on ‘a picture-perfect morning’ with ‘a stomach that spits it all back up’. Proctor writes like they have lived longer than the rest of us while exuding a taste of youth that returns our own recollections to the tip of a tongue, ‘glossy and lucent.’ These are not delicate coming-of-age considerations but raucous acclimations through all four seasons of the London Underground that they have arrived, ‘doubled in denim, anomalous’.”
Damien Donnelly, author of Eat the Storms and In The Jitterfritz of Neon, Hedgehog Poetry