Unstructured Graffiti


I swallowed a dictionary
Page by page
Then vomited it back up.
I wanted see if the words
Would emerge making sense.

My outpouring became
Unstructured graffiti.
Dripping down walls
Sliding and merging

Ignoring my stained clothes
And the puddles round my feet
I tried to make sense of this chaos.
But there was no order
No matter how close I looked.

Surrounded by bile
I admitted defeat.
I shook the words from my hands
Then went home
Hungry again.

Lurking on the Back Row of Life


At school I always sat in the back row,
Ground down by their pointless rules.
Egged on by friend’s laughter
I easily learned to play the fool.

When forced on Sundays to attend church
At the back I’d yawn the service away.
Lounging in a pew, uncaring
My atheism defiantly on display.

On a bus I’d favour the back seat,
Stuffed full of chips and beer.
I’d lustily sing or craftily smoke
And at disapprovers sneer.

Now I lurk at the back out of habit
Full of gripes and moans.
Unable to move to the front at all
Hiding there my natural home.

Captain Britain vs The Daleks

I’m chalking up another first for myself today in that a piece of poetry I’ve written has been turned into a comic strip.


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A quick bit of background. I’m a big fan of the Marvel hero Captain Britain and today being his birthday I’ve joined forces with Avengers UK and the talented artist Russ Leach to celebrate my favourite superhero in poetry form.

Please note this is only half the poem, the rest can be found here on the Avengers UK facebook page, enjoy.

The Train now Departing


My last sight
Was your face.

Then as the dull brick
Of the station
Bled into the sprawling
Urban jigsaw of the suburbs,
You remained
Reflected in my window.

When rural emeralds
And russet earth
Sped into view
I thought I could still see you,
Keeping up with my journey.

Your features are burnt
Into my retina.
I don’t dare blink and lose you.

So when we finally pulled in
At my destination
I looked through the window
And watched you finally
Fading from my view.

A poem for National Poetry Day – A Message of Apology to my old English Teacher


In the spirit of the theme of National Poetry Day, messages, here’s an apologetic message to my old English Literature teacher.

Dear Mrs Green

28 years later I’ve decided to write to you,
To apologise for my behaviour in your English Lit class.
I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to your lessons,
It’s no wonder my A-Level I didn’t pass.

I’m sorry for being uncooperative and disruptive,
You see I thought poetry was boring.
But it was rude of me to disturb your lesson,
With my sarcasm and pretend snoring.

I have prepared a poor defence, my age,
Because when you’re sixteen years old.
You think the world owes you a living,
You don’t listen or do what you’re told.

But something you told me must have stuck,
I wonder what it was that you said.
That made a long-lasting impression,
So some of your lesson stayed in my head.

Because as you read my letter,
You can’t really fail to see.
That despite my youthful protestations,
I’ve now embraced poetry.

So if you haven’t now fainted,
Or dropped down dead from shock.
I’d like to at last thank you,
Before I put my pen down and sign off.

You see I think if it wasn’t for your persistence,
In trying your hardest to educate me.
Then perhaps I would never have found,
That I did actually love poetry.


My other Message for National Poetry Day can be found here

Here’s my poem from last year for National Poetry Day


A poem for National Poetry Day – Secret Messages


Painted boldly on a cave wall,
Or part glimpsed on a dusty floor.
Downloaded on to a phone,
Carved in runes on an ancient bone.
The first line in a well-thumbed book
A stranger’s quizzical look.
The sharp refrain of an early bird,
A tricky clue in a cryptic crossword.
Ripples appearing on a pond,
Lyrics hidden in a favourite song.
The raising of an eyebrow
Heartfelt words in a wedding vow.
Shapes formed in tea leaves,
Sounds carried on the breeze.
A landlord’s urgent call of time
A much-loved poem’s last line.
Each of them in their own way
A message to you today.


It’s National Poetry Day tomorrow, here’s how to get involved


Tomorrow, Thursday 6th October is National Poetry Day and it’s dead easy to get involved, here’s how.

The theme of the day is messages, so why not send a poetic message via Twitter, Facebook, your blog or whatever way you see fit.

Stuck for ideas, check out the National Poetry Day website here. You can also use the site to find events related to the day near you and a whole host of great poetry related resources.

Don’t forget to use the hashtag #NationalPoetryDay if you share your message and follow National Poetry Day on Twitter and/or Facebook to keep up with the fun during the day.

I’ll be joining in just like I did last year when the theme was light.

So comeback tomorrow for National Poetry Day and don’t forget to share your messages.


Introducing “Southcart Tales”

Southcart Books in Walsall where I held my latest book launch have themselves launched a book of short stories entitled Southcart Tales. This is an excellent book with some great work from talented local authors, sold to raise money to support the shop.


Here’s the Amazon info

Southcart Book Shop is one of the few thriving independent book shops in the West Midlands, if not the UK as a whole. In this modern era of computers, video games, social media and reality TV, books are becoming an ever more precious commodity.
At Southcart Book Shop, Scott and Amy aren’t content to simply sell books. They are building a community of book lovers, regularly holding events with readings from authors, themed days and always a warm welcome.
The nine authors featured in this collection are all Southcart regulars, and royalties from the sales of this book are going direct to Southcart Book Shop, to help Scott and Amy continue their fantastic work of spreading the love of reading.

Fantasy author Stan Nicholls kindly provides the introduction to a great collection which will have you shaking in your socks or holding your sides with laughter. Having read the book I must say it is a vibrant mix of story types, from fantasy to horror, from real life to sci-fi and is an excellent read and worthy of your attention.


The Southcart authors, plus shop owners plus author Stan Nicholls

If you want to support an independent bookshop and read some great tales then you might like to pick up a copy, here’s some handy links so you can do just that.

Amazon UK – Kindle or paperback

Amazon USA – Kindle or paperback

Or if you are in Walsall why not pop in to Southcart Books and pick up the book direct from them, they might even have some signed copies.

Author photo courtesy of Rob Grimes

So Long


If there’s some water in the corner of my eye
As I say my so longs and goodbyes.
Don’t think that it’s for me that I cry
I’m only thinking of those left behind.


You know who you are, so long and thanks.

P.S. This is a poem about changing my job, my previous post about my blasphemous review has only increased my desire to write. I’m  not going anywhere!

A Big Thank You to Aldridge Transport Museum

Many moons ago, well June to be precise the cover for my latest book of poetry “Poems on the Bus” was shot at Aldridge Transport Museum. Today to say thank you I visited the museum and donated some copies of my book to their shop.


Here I am standing in front of the bus that’s on the cover of my book

So a big thanks to the museum for letting Andy Simon shoot my cover there and to Emma Dunn for appearing on it.

Poems on the bus front cover