It is late, or early, The breakfast tea is cool as my ear Against an angry door, Time drips, stealthy floods weep A tuneless apology The percussive rasp of a hasp And a bolting aria, bruises Soft treads, do not linger Silence begs to leave with you It seems we are Out of time, inContinue reading “Overheard”
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How to publish your own chapbook part 2
A Writers Journey I will start with telling you about the book that I did release and explain how I arrived at that collection. It was somewhat unintentional that this would be my first book and my approach was very different to the one I am currently working on. The Round Journey is a standContinue reading “How to publish your own chapbook part 2”
Last minute Valentine
Roses are dead, and the violets are too, half price at the garage I bought just for you There’s no need to thank me, stop crying, it’s fine, There’s more gifts in the bag, No, I didn’t get wine But Lucozade’s nearly as good as champagne Don’t you agree? What’s that look of disdain? There’sContinue reading “Last minute Valentine”
How to publish your own chapbook
A Writer’s journey I am not new to writing. In fact, in some ways I have been putting stuff together on and off for a long time. Last year I was lucky enough to have my first chapbook published. Whilst this was a really exciting first foray into the world of publishing there was alwaysContinue reading “How to publish your own chapbook”
Analogue IV
Analogue IV Just a second I’d said to my darling,Take as much as you wish she replied,But I wait for no man, she adds with a grin,As her hands swish from side to side She wants more from our time together,Seems to her that I take and don’t give,Her grandfather said the same thing toContinue reading “Analogue IV”
Haiku 111
Calling this number May be your only option It’s time for action
Haiku 110
The weight of promise Lies heavy as a blanket We are flakes of snow
Christmas inevitably
Santa sleighed Turkey, slayed Radio, Slade
A year in reflection
As we approach the end of 2022 there is an opportunity to reflect on the last year in terms of writing progress. I didn’t set out to be the next Stephen King or JK Rowling. My aims have been much more modest than that. But I also did not impose any limitations on how IContinue reading “A year in reflection”
Haiku 109
The first flakes of snow Land softly at the temples A blizzard of years