Somewhere Else

If I close my eyes, in this head space I’ll be able to concentrate on breathing. The silver fish and woodlice can have the corners underneath this bed; I’ll not care. I’ll ignore the mustiness of the orange nylon carpet, the dust on the flock wallpaper, the pounding in my neck. It won’t be three…

Review 2017

Soooo, this year is coming to an end. It was the year I’d decided to send out more serious writing to publications in addition to the lighter iambic stuff that I’ve been doing since 2011 when The Big Issue published half a dozen poems out of the blue. I think it’s gone quite well, with…

The Copenhagen Interpretation of E-mails (after Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg)

I read somewhere, at sometime, that everything and nothing exists outside the space you’re placed. Closed doors are quantum barriers separating the countless possibilities of constantly branching parallel universes. Facts on the outsides of rooms are blurred, until they are moved into, amongst and beyond and created through observation. So, ignoring Newtonian classical notions, where…

In Other News: Poetical Omerta … and just who is our greatest living poet?

It’s been a fortnight of excitement and turmoil and sadness and decisions. In the middle of the Kendal Mountain and Literature Festival and the Brewery Verbalise poetry event, a close family member died. I considered pulling out of Saturday’s reading in Kendal, but eventually went ahead with it after discussions about what June would have…