We’re all out the other side of it. Why do we do it to ourselves? I have very mixed feelings about it – the feeling that you have to write something, anything every day does feel very forced to me, but then when I’m in it it feels good – even to scratch out a haiku about glasses or six lines of gibberish.

I’m not sure I will do it again next year given that I’ve not edited or processed the one I wrote at the same time last year…

However, these are the titles I have from this year. All subject to change and I reckon 28 of them will never get out of first gear, but who knows..who cares?

  1. Wild Mood Swings
  2. Glasses/Spec
  3. Jigsaw
  4. Poet & Reviewer
  5. Speech at the Alternative Oscars
  6. Geschirrkratzer
  7. Teacher’s Outlook
  8. Parkour
  9. Dog & Pony Show
  10. Explaining The Joke
  11. Eddie’s Kennel
  12. Holding Pattern
  13. Sour Grapes
  14. Tea Ceremony
  15. Inspector Sands
  16. Caravaggio’s Candles
  17. Poker Face
  18. Leum Kleun
  19. Komorebi
  20. Inosculation
  21. Screwed
  22. Humphrey Davy
  23. The Time To Cut A Stick
  24. The Market Researcher Falls In Love While Scanning For Answers To Prove A Point 
  25. Notes towards Seeing The Light
  26. Knuckle/Cigarette
  27. Breasts/Awful Simic
  28. Microwave
  29. The Trapdoor Matriarch
  30. The Clothes Horse
  31. Racing Post/Shit Waldron



Publications update and Stolidays

I’ve been off work for the last week and it’s been wonderful. We’ve had a “stoliday”* and done things as a family including the British Museum, and a trip to Margate. I’ve wanted to do that for years and now I have.

* – I can’t say “staycation” as we don’t have vacations. And I remember a band called Stoliday.

It’s been a good year for publications and they’ve seemed to be coming in thick and fast recently. A strong testament to the “send the buggers out” mantra.

My poem The Breaks has been included in the latest issue of Obsessed With Pipework – no link available, but here’s a shot of the beautiful cover…








I was lucky to find myself next to the brilliant Robin Houghton, I’m hoping it’s a case of rising tides, etc.

And the wonderful folks over at The Fat Damsel accepted my poem Wiping My Dad’s Arse. I’m kind of hoping I can start seeing some of the non- “dead dad poems”* get accepted soon. I do write other things, honest guv’nor. Best send some more out/write some more worth sending.

There’s only one more publication to come this year, in Under The Radar (Smiley face) unless I’m lucky enough to get a place on the Primers 3 scheme. I really must crack on with that submission.

* – Copywrite of Kelly at Beckenham Bookshop

Publication day on Atrium

Crikey, it all seems to be happening. There’s been another flurry of publications – After Amaryllis last week, this week it’s the wonderful folks over at Atrium publishing my poem – The Lost Luggage Office

Since Holly and Claire started the site they have been inundated with poems to look at, so I’m very chuffed that they’ve taken one of mine and that I am in such wonderful company.

They’re currently closed for submissions in August, but if you’ve got something ready to go then you can’t go far wrong with submitting to these lovely folks. Even if they say no, it’s a lovely no.

And more importantly, go and check out their own work

Also, I’m led to believe that the new Obsessed With Pipework is in the post- featuring, among others, a poem from me…

*Plans retirement*

Publication day on Amaryllis










I’m overjoyed that the lovely Stephen Daniels over at Amaryllis chose to accept a poem of mine for his site. Not only should you hot foot it over there to read the poem, but, as ever, you should immerse yourself in the other delights that are up there. They’ve been busy this month with a poem a day, so there’s plenty to look at and enjoy.

And when you’ve done that, might I recommend you make a short hop to this site to buy a copy of Stephen’s pamphlet – the wonderful, Tell Mistakes I Love Them.  It’s full of amazing poems, playful forms and wise words. I must remember to get my copy signed.


Photo by Geran de Klerk on Unsplash


#Harkive 25.07.17

The first note I hear today is the sound of wireless headphones being switched on and a disembodied ladies’ voice telling me they are on, before the alternative national anthem of Barwick Green, then the lilt of Clarrie’s voice.

The Archers podcast has become the soundtrack to my walk to the station since the start of the year. The headphones were a birthday present designed to get me back out running; they’ve sort of worked.

Once that’s finished and as I write I’ve got Talk Talk’s Spirit of Eden on via Spotify. I moved back to Spotify a month ago after using Apple Music for a year or more. It worked fine, but I think Spotify is better- more people I know use Spotify and so sharing things has become easier. In both directions.

The Talk Talk album was promoted by a discussion I saw last night on Twitter. Reminding me that I’ve not listened to it in years, and that it’s a lovely, lovely record. Perfect for a tranquil commute.

That got me all the way to Waterloo East, so something else is needed for the walk from the station to the office. If in doubt go with a playlist, as my old dad used to say.  So I hit random on a playlist of notional tunes I would use if ever called upon to DJ in an emergency – everyone has one of those, yeah?

That gives me Velvet Curtains by the mighty Quo and No Deal by Townes Van Zandt before I get to my desk.

Switching from the phone to the desktop, I carry on with the playlist for a bit with Moon Life by Secret Circuit. – Here’s the playlist if you’re interested.

As the day proceeds, I’ve moved on to Fairport Convention – distracted by a link in the official Harkive playlist for Dave Swarbrick. The Fairport Convention album is a corker – how ace is Reno, Nevada on the remastered version?

After being pointed towards this list of amazing female made records – I’m playing The Roches by The Roches – it’s a lovely thing, but I need a quick pick me up, so I’m going for the power J-pop of Amiina (not that one) and Signal.  It fairly motors along.

This is followed by Public Service Broadcasting latest – Every Valley.

I’ve spent a long time trying to find a service that will cope with allowing me to upload my full record collection to the “cloud” – the only thing I can find is Amazon Music Library – it can handle more than 200K tracks, but sadly the UI is so bad it’s only useful for using via the Sonos at home.

On the way home, It was The latest Afghan Whigs’ – In Spades and the start of the BBC Radio 4 podcast, Blast – the sound and the Fury via iPlayer radio app.

Finally, I’ve managed to listen to Bremer/McCoy’s Enhed album via Spotify and Sonos. Some mellow jazz as I try and finish a poem I’ve been trying to write for years. I think I finished as the last bars played out. Nice.

I thought that #Harkive would be responsible for more techno-failure earlier. First time it was an iPod melting down, then last year there was an accidental deletion of a large portion of my music collection from iTunes (backed up, thankfully) and then today the volume button on my phone refused to work until a restart. It’s always around #harkive time…*shakes fist*.