The Machinery of Life

Very excited to let everyone know that my second poetry pamphlet will be published by the wonderful Hedgehog Poetry Press on 5 July 2021.

The Machinery of Life tries to answer the age-old question – what is love? 

A question that has fascinated scientists, philosophers, historians, playwrights, novelists, songwriters and poets for centuries. Well, this pamphlet of 23 poems of love may or may not answer the question, but it does offer some ‘romantic’ food for thought. The poems show love in many forms – as chaos and addiction, serious and fun. The poems try to convey the message that love can be the real thing, can be be peaceful, comforting and at times exhilarating. 

On more than one occasion there are a few fleeting appearances from Eros and some of the other stars of Greek mythology. There is some philosophy, a smattering of humour, some self-deprecation (I had to be careful how I wrote that) and a bit of under the sheets risqué. Along the way it becomes clear that love is a splendid thing! 

The Machinery of Life shows that love takes many forms and can be expressed in a variety of ways, it does not all have to be a cliché, wine and roses, gushing sonnets and stary eyes. It shows that love can be elegant and it can be punk rock. It illustrates that no one should be afraid to show their love, even if the way they choose to do so is not considered the romantic way. 

The Machinery of Life may not give any one the answer to the question – what is love? But it may start to answer the question – what’s love got to do with it?

Well, 

love has everything to do with it, it is after all The Machinery of Life.

I will post details on how to get a copy soon, as well as details of a launch event!

Poetry submissions

I am going for it with my poetry submissions this year.


So far there are 3 pamphlets with different publishers (still waiting to hear back).


7 poems have been entered in competitions (no results – but two are going to be published by City Limits Publishing in the USA).


12 to journals (5 rejected, 1 accepted and printed in The Journal, 6 no news yet).

I will update as I hear more on each submission.

A poem:

February

You have to feel for February, the runt 

of Gregorian’s litter. Some way short of second best. 

Full of winter gloom. Feasting 

off lingering hangovers 

cast from late December festive frolics 

& midnight parties to celebrate

resolute sky-high hopes. 

Who enjoys Kale-monath?     

By the time it rolls round 

winter’s discontent 

has got way, way too comfy.  

Solmonath    (the mud month)     has little to offer

as the prospect of March 

hovers over the horizon, tantalising 

with spring in its step 

& the promise to fetch longer days.

Cosy cherubs cast a vote for February 

as their most desired month. Not an attractive proposal, 

unless           you’re a lover.

Because even the most affectionate of dates 

may exaggerate the disdain experienced 

when the postie delivers heartache 

instead of cards from Cupid.

New poems

I have two poems about to be published by City Limits Publishing (USA).

One will appear in an anthology called “A New Love Blooms”

the other will be in an anthology called “Tis Better to Have loved and Lost”.

Both anthologies will be released on 4th February 2021 and can be bought using the links below

citylimitspublishing.com/books/through-loving-words-volume-1-a-new-love-blooms

citylimitspublishing.com/books/through-loving-words-volume-2-tis-better-to-have-loved-and-lost

Another Covid19 poem

Keep safe folks

 

Isolation

ultimately got the better of my

protracted period of procrastination.

Penned poems for the first time in an age.

Words filtered from brain fog by my living room cage.

 

Stranded on the sofa, all by myself

in my effort to maintain our national health.

I usually do not bother composing with rhyme,

but sod it, I put in the effort while doing the time.

 

The television presenter tells me “shops are manic”,

but I didn’t rush out to spend cash in a panic.

I have sufficient food, plenty to eat

and ample stocks of toilet paper    –    one shit per one sheet.

 

I am bored, but contented. Snug and safe in here,

because

I had the foresight to stock up on my favourite

beer.

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It has been a while…

COVID 19 has taken a grip on the world. I haven’t written anything for a while – but here is a poem… Isolation

 

Isolation

ultimately got the better of my

protracted period of procrastination.

Penned poems for the first time in an age.

Words filtered from brain fog by my living room cage.

 

Stranded on the sofa, all by my self

in my effort to maintain our national health.

I usually do not bother composing with rhyme,

but sod it, I put in the effort as I have the time.

 

The television presenter tells me “shops are manic”,

but I didn’t rush out to spend cash in a panic.

I have sufficient food, plenty to eat

and ample stocks of toilet paper    –    one shit per one sheet.

 

I am bored, but contented. Snug and safe in here,

because

I had the foresight to stock up on my favourite

beer.

Blog Twenty Eight: A poem – Armistice​ 100

Not much to say, the idea for this came whilst observing the two-minute silence yesterday to mark Armistice Day.

Armistice 100

 

The silence shines in clear air.

Two minutes feels insufficient

after 100 years, but 120 seconds

march slowly, with due respect.

 

The sky hangs bright, a blue

that rejoices in freedom.

Heroically parading alongside

a proud sun, hanging low with

fresh morning reverence.

 

Colourless November leaves

make a last stand, holding

their positions, fighting

to the end, honouring

the fallen.

 

Faint solemn birdsong

reinforces the sense

of peace, ensuring

the day will always be remembered.