A new thing out yesterday with the very exciting bullshitlit press. When you think too much about a classic song, sometimes a whole new piece falls out of it. Co wrote with Roi Faineant press Kellie scott-reed this piece is a lot of fun. Have a read and enjoy ! https://www.bullshitlit.com/post/a-thing-by-gavin-turner-kellie-scott-reed
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Haiku 110
The weight of promise Lies heavy as a blanket We are flakes of snow
FREE HAIKU BOOK – TRIPLICATED
Hi All Hope you are enjoying the Winter season! Thought I would share with you that I have just upgraded my free E Book, TRIPLICATED which is now available on this site. Follow the link here and you should be able to download the whole thing. Hope you enjoy it and would love to hearContinue reading “FREE HAIKU BOOK – TRIPLICATED”
The Entertainer
‘Pssssst’ ‘Pssssst’ Rusty Pinkerton peered between the lowered trouser legs of his outdated suit trousers from his porcelain perch in the cubicle. He was hovering slightly. There was a crack in the plastic seat which had the ability to pinch if you were not careful. ‘Psssst, I’m here’ Rusty saw nothing immediately in the brokenContinue reading “The Entertainer”
Haiku 85
I meant to say That life is so beautiful I pointed at flaws
News news news!!!
Ok so not news yet but definitely will be news tomorrow!. I have a pretty big (for me) announcement coming tomorrow. It has been really difficult only being able to share this with a select few people at this stage but will definitely be sharing a lot more details tomorrow. Until then… (sorry for beingContinue reading “News news news!!!”
Haiku 75
In the morning rush We lost the joy of birdsong Forgot to listen
Haiku 73
Curiosity A meandering journey Of discovery
Exciting times
No poem today but some exciting news! My poem Waving marigolds will be up on Roi faineant press tomorrow which is a really great magazine with excellent editors. Also I am working on an even bigger project which I hope to see released in the near future. Thanks for all the follows. G
Beach
A million grains whip on the breeze to smash in your shin skin, a thousand more mingle and eventually line your sandwich tin, How this beasted beach Ingrains itself, swallowed down like A crunching memory, to be Carried inland and away from sun filled days and scoured sunburnt toes, wriggling in wet through shoes, clumpedContinue reading “Beach”
Gavin Turner 