The God Baby

My new chapbook, The God Baby, is a collaboration with artist Jill Carter and includes stunning prints: website HERE



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Sheehan’s is a unique voice, a hallucinogenic mix of colour-clashing syntax and formal innovation. Every time you think you know what to expect, Sheehan’s poetry charabanc swerves onto a track you never knew existed, leaving you breathless and exhilarated. Supported by Carter’s anarchic illustrations, these poems surprise and amaze by turns, ambushing the reader with tenderness, humour and political rage. A truly unmissable ride. - Jacqueline Saphra (latest book, All My Mad Mothers, Nine Arches Press)

"I was instantly hooked – the surreal yet grounded storylines, the sentences crackling with nervous electricity, the subtle interweaving of the political with the personal, and the innovative yet tempered and often lyrical use of language." Ian Seed: Stride Magazine


"Sheehan has a way of putting things that sound logically impossible but are metaphysically very real. An impressive, funny, and entertaining surrealism one can believe in." Robert Vas Dias

"The artwork and the poetry blend perfectly to present a very special, damaged account of parenthood, and childhood – in lots of ways the two are intertwined. Hilda uses her fantastic surreal style to bring humour and surprise to the poetry, but it is never far from feeling very real and painful. This pamphlet carries greater weight than many collections I have read this year and I recommend everyone read Hilda’s poetry, she is truly unique and wonderful, making the world a better place through her askew poetry!" Stephen Daniels, http://vpresspoetry.blogspot.co.uk/p/tell-mistakes-i-love-them.html

Jill Carter is a multi-media artist based in the UK. Her diverse performative practice explores narratives of identity, creating dark, quirky and engaging off artworks and collections.  She enjoys drawing, printing and transforming findings and offerings into stitched and bound talismanic objects. Passionate about journaling, her one off books are badly behaved and full of curious observations and musings.  

The God Baby

A god came out of a woman
and took over her house.

‘I am a god!’ he screamed
from his baby mouth

and in no language.

This god was massive: 25lb in her arms!
And her opening, from out he came

was a secret cave where light beamed
through at certain times

of the day – and out
had come this god

looking nothing like his father.