Aiden Howarth: Poet, Dedicated Father, FRIEND, and Game Changer

This interview with my good friend Aiden Howarth first appeared on Technorati in 2012 (wow! 2012! I’ve know him a LONG time… and we’re still SO young but Mia is no longer 7 years old) but since there were changes made to that site, it is no longer available. I thought I would share it here, especially since I know Aiden is working on his second project. His first was a collection of his poetry and I fell in love with it immediately. While you wait for his second, catch up with him and his poetry here:
First, let me thank you for doing this. I really do love your work.  It is totally true that “Without You” is on my night table and I enjoy reading the poems whenever I am unwinding from my day. My sister has also taken to a few I posted or re-posted from you on Facebook. I think a few of them remind her of her daughter. 
I always wonder about the thought process when it comes to poetry and I thought others might enjoy this exchange :)
Q: You dedicated your book of poetry, Without You, to your beautiful daughter Mia Liljana Jeane Howarth.  Obviously she is a great inspiration to you.  Is she old enough to understand what all that this means?  Does she share in your artistic skills? 
Aiden Howarth: Mia is an incredibly bright child. She always has been. She’s now 7 years old and doing great in school, escpecially in her reading and writing, which is great. She is forever writing stories of princesses and castles and she enjoys being praised for it which of corse, I do every single day. She is my incredible little angle and not a day goes by where I don’t look at her and wonder what I did so right to be given a chance at bringing up such a wonderful little girl. As regards her understanding, I don’t believe she has fully grasped the fact that a book has been dedicated to her. Yes, she has seen her pictures and her name in print and yes, she thinks it’s great but hopefully when she is old enough to understand the full meaning of all the work that’s written inside, she will thinks it’s even more amazing. Of Corse, I didn’t write a book just to make my daughter happy, I did it for myself and for sharing what I write with the world. The opportunity to share with her my work in such a way arose and I jumped at the chance.
Q: Many of the poems are about loss, separation, and love.  Do you think these go hand in hand? Is it inevitable? 
AH: Like the old saying goes, you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, I do believe that loss, separation and love are inevitable. I believe that to truly understand what love is, first you must feel the pain of having someone walk away from a relationship. The hurt of walking away yourself when you realise that the person you once loved is not who you first thought to be. Love, to me, is an awe inspiring feeling. In that, in some way large or small, we all at some point will feel it. Only some of us want to keep it going forever.
Losing someone, especially a child, is a moment in life where you know what love feels like. What love is. What love was created for. Losing a child like I did so many years ago I believe put me on the path I am on now. The path which forces me to praise everything Mia does, Is thankful for her every waking breath, scared that I may not be doing a good job. All feelings that so far, have given me some of the best moments in my life with her.
Q:  ”A New Page of Old Emptiness” to me, seems to be about not realizing what you have right in front of you.  What was your motivation for this piece? What thoughts were you harnessing and what reaction were you hoping to bring out in the reader? 
AH: You’re exactly right. It’s about how it feels to have someone you love so deeply, finally give upon the relationship you thought would last forever, and it is actually all your own fault. The title itself ‘A New Page Of Old Emptiness’ means just that… another day gone by with still the same old pain. The same old guilt. The same blame. It’s also a reference back to an earlier poem I wrote where once again, pages of life seem to be going unwritten, un read, torn out and discarded. As you’ve propably gathered, most, if not all of my poetry is written about love and loss. Hence the title of the book ’Without You’. Somewhat referring to being without that special person in your life but on the most part, it’s speaking to one’s self. Without You meaning myself. The feelings I tried to portray within this piece where the feelings of despair.
Q: “The Fairytale You Had Wished For” feels like it is warning us of forcing ourselves to be in idealistic relationships.  Sometimes we try so hard to create what we need with someone because we really believe they are “the one” when in reality it may not be meant to be.  What period of your life was that about or where you relaying someone else’s story? 
AH: This stemmed, again, from a relationship. In fact, all relationships. Women and I guess men too believe and want THEIR relationship to be the best one anyone could ever have. The have dreams, goals, aspirations. Everything is so idealistic. Just like a fairytale. When in reality, a fairytale could not be further from the truth of what it is we live. Fairytales are given to us as children as fantasy. They portray a happy ending every single time. It’s when you learn that a happy ending comes few and far between in love, that you realise a small part of yourself has died. This poem was written as almost a letter to the other person. Stressing my angst at our failings and pointing out that none of us did anything wrong, it’s that we believed too much that we were the fairytale we saw as children. Finding out that we could not live the way we hoped (be it problem free and with a happy ending) I end that poem with the stark reality of what believing in the fairytale of life will do to us all…
Taken by the hand and misled into the arms of hurt.
The fairytale that you had wished for?
Q:  ”Be Still My Heart” could be about love that is not returned or one person feeling something the other doesn’t quite feel.  Is it about a specific time in your life? Do you think most of us have to go through relationships or feelings like this before we find the “right” one?  
AH: This poem is about falling in love. The passion. The want to feel that ache of needing someone so badly that it hurts. But, as is my usual style, there’s a problem. It’s a poem about falling in love with some you cannot have or be with. Falling in love with someone who loves you too but life has put you both on very separate paths. I wrote this one quite recently, be it a year ago I think. It’s not in my fav poem section but its nice that you would chose it to ask questions about as since, I’ve gone back and re-read it and I’m put straight back in the room I was when I felt those things. It’s funny how life treats us so unfairly in love but how it seems to work out better in the end. I think. Ha ha. I still remember that person and I always will.
Q:  ”A Life, When All Life Has Gone” may be about a breakup.  It has a feel of being about an ending, something that was coming for a while but maybe one or both parties pushed off, perhaps for a bit too long.  What can you tell us about this piece? 
AH: This poem is in fact about my drug addictions back when I was young. It’s about being so far gone that death no longer seems a threat, but a need. I openly admit that drugs caused allot of the problems I had, but I also admit that without them, I possibly wouldn’t have had a book out now. I look upon what drugs did to me menatlly, emotionally and physically with not only small amounts of regret, but with a fondness. Drugs gave me what I needed at a point in life where I had absolutely nothing. I was indeed just an empty, lifeless being with no stability in my life, no home, no friends, no nothing. Drugs gave me a release. They gave me something to look forward to. But, as with everyone who touches them, they promised so much and when they had me, they took everything back. You will find more poetry in the book about drugs. Not worded as such but if you read between the lines you’ll see it. There came appoint in my life where I knew there was no escape from addiction but death itself. There was a point in life where death itself took me but gave me back to the world, possibly because I had alot more to give. That I am thankful for these days. I’m wiser, I’m older, I have great plans and dreams that I look forward to making a reality. 
Q:  Where can people purchase your work? 
AH: People can grab a copy of either the paperback or an eBook for their ipads, iphones, ipods etc at the eBook costs less than £2 and the paperback is £8.50
These, as you’re possibly aware, won’t be on sale for much longer. I don’t say this to try ramp up sales. Sales were / are never a priority. People can read my work for free at if they wanted. I say this because as work on book number 2 is coming along nicely, I want to remove book 1 so that it remains special to the people who own a copy.
If people wanna get a hold of me, id happily invite them to join me on my many twitter exploits by just saying hello to @A1D3NH0
They can facebook me too if they wanna see more of my personal life, pictures etc by adding /AidenHowarth to the end of
Or they can just leave me a note in the guestbook on my website 
Thank you for taking time out to show interest in what I write and I here by promise you a free copy of book 2 when it out. And believe me, that’s gonna be a game changer…… 
TG: If you don’t believe Aiden, then believe ME when I tell you that I believe Aiden and I know his next work will indeed change the game! Also, look out for a new interview with him as soon as he’s ready! 

Aiden Howarth: Poet, Dedicated Father, and Game Changer

I had the pleasure of interviewing poet Aiden Howarth for recently and I hope you will head over and read that article.  I can honestly tell you that since I got his book of poetry, ‘Without You,’ it has been next to my bed and I read it often before I go to sleep.  The poems are rich, a bit dark, and yet uplifting at the same time.  Its as if, because they make you feel so much, you know it will all be okay. Aiden is a great example of this sentiment.  He is very honest about his battles with alcohol, drugs, and his recovery.

My idea was to pick a few of his poems and ask him what he was thinking, find out what he was feeling, and what reaction he was hoping for. I chose four of his poems,  ’A New Page of Old Emptiness,’ ’The Fairytale You Had Wished For,’ ’Be Still My Heart,’ and ’A Life, When All Life Has Gone.’

A New Page Of Old Emptiness.
Oh how we never realise the pain until it hurts
We’re all part of this lost and found
of how your heart converts
Although we gain forgiveness in
the thoughts of those we shun
How memories now seem nothing,
from the love you have become
Hopeless, never after, finally I hear you speak
Instinctively so familiar, within your soul I stay weak
A new page of old emptiness
that may have read of whom we were
Back to front I read from you to take back all I’ve learnt
All this talk of universe has made this place so small
What was once just gazed upon is now not far at all
Beautiful you have changed me, in ways you’ll never see
You touch within the loneliest parts of all you gave to me

The Fairytale That You Had Wished For.
The key to staying open lies behind the doors we’ve closed
The things we took for granted
are the things we have no more
Lord you will replace us into lives you do create
The soul that you have given me
will for her, always await
Take from me emotion but please leave with me this will
Confusion has now overturned this hope you kept so still
You touched my hand and fallen,
were the walls we built so high
Without even spoken word it’s like we never said goodbye
Trust how you enslave me with a heart so full of pain
Trust how you have broken from this hope I did regain
Songs that place me with you have now fallen on deaf ears
If life be all but music why were we silent all these years?
Why do we class ‘too late’ as moments been and gone?
Retract, you take your hand
I feel that your heart has withdrawn
This story could have endings far too numerous to read
Yet fate does seem to narrate us in ones we don’t succeed

Taken by the hand and misled into the arms of hurt.

The fairytale that you had wished for?

Be Still My Heart.
Placed upon the edge of forever
Looking though forever still yet to go
Placed upon the edge of all reason,
Looking forever above and below

I wish I could give you this feeling
There is only so much fate can now do
Absorbed into this eternal want
Of losing myself into you

Found within the vastness of never,
Do I just prey this ache furthermore?
A universe to gaze upon,
Within your heart, I explore

Soul gone laid with forgiveness
May I lay by her side for all time?
With hope that one day she feels me,
When her heart I feel beat with mine

Now, sleep you may take me,
If she would follow me to into these dreams
There could I only give to her
The soul that she made for me

Please, be still my heart.

A Life, When All Life Has Gone.
Hurting like nothing else could hurt
This life submerged for too long
A life left to be,
A life, when all life has gone

Burning up and unopened, one mind
Taken away from a heart
Please do not look inside
Fore it did tear this young life apart

Lying face down and lifeless
Where inside, the torment went on
Peaceful now?
So hard to tell,
Fore he tortured himself for so long

Heaven would you hold us closely
If for you, our souls were instead?
Could you take these fears
As you take away our breath?

A world surrounded by stars now drifting
Further and further away
We close our eyes for the final time
As We finally let go of this pain

Hurting like nothing else could hurt
This life submerged for too long
A life left to be,
A life, when all life has gone.

To experience more of Aiden’s poetry for yourself, you can go to and you can purchase ‘Without You’ in paperback or digital copy here.   You can also follow Aiden and his daily antics on Twitter at @Aiden_Howarth.

I thank Aiden for his time and especially his honesty.  I am looking forward to his next project and hopefully another chance to chat with him.