It’s been a busy two weeks on the writing front. In addition to preparing two articles, one on the gap year in my twenties and another on overseas work experience in my thirties, I’ve continued to make the regular poetry posts on this blog. Item three is the most exciting. On Tuesday, my second bookContinue reading “Productivity Times Four”
Please indulge me. I also wanted to share this page preview with you.
I am so very thrilled! My second book of poetry is rolling off the press. Here is a preview of the cover design for “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys”. The image is another beautiful work by Norfolk-based artist, Nicola Slattery.
Lento con agitato, for 10 minutes to to to tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow too morrow to to morrow tomorrow row tomorrow morrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow After the stroke Aunt Edie struggled with tomorrow and words. We performed patience with wrapped chrysanthemums for twenty minutes each week. She lay tied up in tubes. — In much printedContinue reading “Stuck”
When it is from deep inside and through my eyes, that crinkled nose – my truest smile. — For some time I was a regular attendee of a writing group. I often presented very short poems (some of which were to feature in ‘Shining in Brightness‘, my first volume and others which are earmarked forContinue reading “Genuine”
That trick where the tulips turn menacing like the mushrooms did two years before or the sharp rust glimpse of fox made thought or the transported flea conjoining lovers Ah! Lettered objects finely wrought, still so far from my window. — Can you guess the three poems referenced? If you enjoyed the aboveContinue reading “Emulation”
Dear diary, There is this woman married to a man, unhappily. That woman is not me. Then she meets dashing young man. He’s in the army and races horses. She even knows his mother socially. No, this man is not me. They share some acquaintances and family – the woman’s brother, his friend, a well-knownContinue reading “Leo’s Entries”
Today latticed with songs and compound triple time. Hung other times (such as late at night) with green-scaled dragons, golden bridges, tilted bonsai trunks. More often stretched across with traffic; the commuter’s weave of fumes and crush. From a vantage point above the screen, ideally the viewing platform on the super moon, we mayContinue reading “Screens”
In subject matter, three of my most recent poems have drawn on creatures that live in or around water. See Conversation, which references ducks. Tarantella, which might seem to be about spiders, but also mentions a fish. red herring Thematically, all these poems explores internal and external movement. “red herring”considers the pause of such movement;Continue reading “Poems about Water Creatures”
The flame is a scale held to the light. It flickers in petition. It bids us to reignite some salacity already gutted from our life. red herring — Yes, that last line is akin to a title. I remembered that Debussy does likewise in his Préludes. At the moment I am swimming with the red herrings.Continue reading “A poem about scales”