Decisions

Finally decided to submit some of my work to Faber & Faber, am i kidding myself ? probably, only time will tell- fingers (and toes) crossed

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror

on the wall

am i the fairest

one of all?

I look and look

but cannot see

cos im a vampire

silly me

Haloween

If people want to be frightening,
the worst monster ever seen,
all they need to do i suppose,
is take off their sodding clothes.

Live ! from Poetry Cafe in Chicago

You can see my poem  performed live here                                                            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0r2FcVFn-C4&feature=youtu.be

Equinox

As days draw themselves
inward, long lines of neatly folded
memories queue,
ready to fill 
pockets in hearts.
Breath undressing winds
caress cold idleness,
on thought provoking trees.
Intense palindromic gales
howl illiterate words
through natures empty sheds.
Spilling awkwardly, between
mountainous seasons
and calm sunshine.
Corridors of rain 
fall incessantly,
coloring summers
Monet masterpiece
in autumnal Dali dreams


This ones popular on Poempigeon 

Published !

One of my first goals achieved , here is the link:
http://www.lulu.com/shop/assorted-writers-and-artists/down-in-the-dirt-v119-septoct-2013/paperback/product-21232124.html

October 13

My first Published poem will be out shortly ( after 1st Oct) in 'Down in the Dirt' magazine- 'Distances', its a poem i wrote about Philip Larkin and Monica Jones.

A Curious Dog in the Night

A dog is barking
somewhere, irritatingly
repetitive, inescapable
in the small hours

Its to humid to
close the windows, ill
just lie, me and the bark
in the small hours

Perhaps it will stop,
or sleep will carry
me gently away,
in the small hours

The barking has
increased in intensity,
and has a helplessness
in the small hours

Earplugs don't work,
my brain hunts down
the slightest sound,
in the small hours

The radio helps,
but i still hear
the dog ,between tracks
in the small hours

If i were to kill
the dog, would
i then get some sleep?
in the small hours

Or lock tight
its jaws, with duck
tape and glue,
in the small hours

I could creep
unnoticed and
release the hound,
in the small hours

I wake with a start,
my buzzing alarm,
never a dog nor a bark
in the small hours

Currently .....

Currently reading, One day in the life of Ivan Denisovich and Lord of the flies

Working on two poems

reading poetry by Ted Hughes and William Blake

Acceptances 0

Rejections 0

submissions 1

realizations: Money cant buy you love

Absurd iii

Absurd iii

He wasn't interested in soccer,
the banal banter and songs,
but he did like the feel of sheer nylon
next to his unshaven skin.

Currently Reading

Hi, Currently reading a few classics, The Great Gatsby, Farewell to Arms and The Sun Also Rises. And some Poetry from Simon Armitage Wendy Cope and Roger McGough

Currently working on a couple of longer poems ( in style of Armitage)

Book and other News

Hi, Sent in a sample of my manuscript this week to the publishers. Heres hoping for some good news

Poems completed this week 0

In progress 3

Ideas! 2

Submissions 2

Rejections 2

looking at my entries for Manchester Writing Comp

Absurd ii

He put on his wife's
favorite pants,
pink,lacy,
gossamer thin.
However, they didnt
fit: with his obsession
for white.

Hospitals

Hospitals smell, as do schools
and hamsters,
not to the same degree,
all in the mind you see.
Its authority and fear,
fear brought on
by not knowing,
like airports,
all trolleys,smiles
waiting rooms,
departures,arrivals,
hello & goodbyes.
Ambulances don't need wings
nor aeroplanes compassion.

First Book !

Hi, Just about to start my first chapbook, busy editing/polishing around 15 poems penned on a recent trip to Fethiye in Turkey

Mulling over several titles

Clouded sun, Spilt drinks, Mosquito bites, Chipped glasses

as you can see its not going to be a straight forward ' Fun in the sun' fare

Will keep you posted !

Spring

Sweet air chilled
like a summers drink,
casting slanting sunlit
shadows long.
Slowly sinking
in sharpened air,
a full on throaty
black birds song.

Thoughts

"Favourite poet,that's easy, its Philip Larkin"

Wish i could have met him

I've heard him read some of his work, on you tube

fascinating

depth,gravity coarseness, vulgarity,humour, wit,charm,feeling,lonely,funny

all in one Stanza

such absences !

coming soon !

Soon to be published in -

Down in the Dirt magazine- "Poppy" & "Distances"

Mudfish- "Absurd"

Absences

Your candles

flickering low,

families gathering

whispering

 in back rooms,

tuning out, you are like

an old analogue radio.

Words drowned in the

howling gale,

 jigsaw pieces

no longer fitting,

memories mix with reality

frustrations turn together,

at the interface

love and anger collide,

showering rainfalls

of tears,

for what you once was.

Bone and dust

Bone and dust

Talacre

Where the sky sits so low,

pressing down on my

emotions, allowing the slow

waves to break beyond my

eyeline

A cliff edge of vertigo

where the sky sits so low

my eyes burning into

the lighthouse, below

everything

crumples into sand,

 a cliff edge of vertigo

spins my senses, and

i see only yellow,

everywhere.