More Success on the Writing Front

Had my poem ' Super Mario' accepted for publication by Ink Sweat and Tears

Read my poem 'All that Survives' at the Eat Up poetry night in Shrewsbury

Wenlock Poetry Festival 2015 - Poetry Busk Sat 25th April 12-1pm

Im going to be reading some of my work at the Poetry Busk at the festival in April, cant wait, just need to put together a punchy tight 5 minute set

Published again !

Mudfish 18 has just been published in New York, i have a poem in it called 'Absurd'

Busy getting busy

Ive been really busy since Christmas, ive tried being more professional about writing/ editing/submitting, here are the main bits:

Submitted to Faber & Faber new poets
Sent application to Room 204 development ( writing West Mids)
Sent a short story to BBC Opening Lines
Submitted to Ambit and Ink Sweat and Tears magazines

Courses and Christmas

Completed a Creative Writing course at the Library ( with Lisa Blower) really enjoyed it and got some great feedback

Christmas came and went, much better than last year, here is the poem penned on Christmas Day 2013

Alternative Xmas

Christmas hangs

Like the North Star,

All heavenly cleanliness

Glittering but unattainable

To single hearts, like mine

Stripped bare, to its essentials

Of consumerism & gluttony

The cheap lights, tinsel

And television

Its offence to loneliness

Its jovial monstrosity

Stalking December

 Decked streets

In drizzle hung carols

Nylon Santa suits

And advent

Induced alcoholism

How much the heart

Aches for the joy

Of January

And normal

Solitary

Anonymity

My Writing

Im sort of getting the hang of how i write now, its like pottery
I slap down a lump of words in a basic framework
then work it down until im done
it works for me

And so it began, for me
back in seventy eight
on a thick set telly
way out past bedtime
the commentary, voices, colours
vivid against grasses
the long haired moustacioed God
Blue and white long sleeved
number ten, Super Mario
Kempes
He spins, stops, turning a shot
chequer ball slowly rolling
beyond the Oranje
into
ticker taped immortality
and so it began for me, back in seventy eight !

New Year Revolutions

Promised myself i would give poetrying a real go after Christmas, more professional, more time, effort. Nothing ventured nothing gained somebody once said