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
Friday, 20 February 2015
Sunday, 8 February 2015
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
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
Friday, 21 November 2014
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 !
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 !
Wednesday, 15 October 2014
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
Thursday, 25 September 2014
Twelve Months
Well nearly 12 months without a post, break ups, meetings, happiness, sadness, depression, joy all wrapped into a year.
'We kissed, and it that moments forest
of sweetness, realities cold hand closed,
and carried you to anothers
embrace'
'We kissed, and it that moments forest
of sweetness, realities cold hand closed,
and carried you to anothers
embrace'
Friday, 8 November 2013
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
Tuesday, 29 October 2013
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
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