I Like Your Hat

About the Book: 

A morning of spring birth, the sun crowning after a long confinement, the sky opening its eye, molten gold pouring through.

From social and political issues, Amazon reviews and reflections on life’s everyday moments, I Like Your Hat is Magi Gibson’s latest poetry collection. Gibson’s fresh, evocative (and sometimes provocative) writing is both modern and timeless. She draw inferences with keen insight from the little things in life (from buying stationery, graffiti to hats) that affect the big issues in all our lives – growing older, poverty and loss. Sometimes the smallest detail tells the most important story.

Reviews: 

Stingingly beautiful and sharp. This hit me right where I live. JENNY LINDSAY

In this radiant new collection, Magi Gibson rips up the linoleum and lays bare the world. Profound, heartrending & at times hilarious, these are extraordinary poems from the heart of an extraordinary poet. ALI WHITELOCK

About the Author:

MAGI GIBSON grew up in a small town near Glasgow. As the coal pits closed down her horizons expanded, and she eventually realized it was okay for the local slater’s daughter to write as well as read poetry. She was joint winner of the Scotland on Sunday/Women 2000 Poetry Prize. Her first collection was nominated for a Saltire Best First Book Award. Her poems have been widely published including in Modern Scottish Women Poets(Canongate), Scottish Love Poems (Canongate), The Edinburgh Book of Twentieth Century Scottish Poetry, (Edinburgh University Press), New Writing Scotland, and other anthologies. She has held several Scottish Arts Council Fellowships and one Royal Literary Fund Fellowship. She held a writing residency with the Gallery of Modern Art in Glasgow, working on the much-praised Rebelland exhibition, and was Reader in Residence with Glasgow Women’s Library. She was the first Makar of the City of Stirling in 500 years. Several poetry collections, children’s novels, and a couple of plays later, she still dreams of new horizons. And no way would she ever wash Hugh MacDiarmid’s Socks.