Posted in Rituals


Writing –
everyone thinks they can
travel stories the exemplar nadir
a cycling saga once read
London to New Zealand
via Iran, China, Vietnam, the Nullabor
I awake – tired and dehydrated
I pedal, hot countryside, headwinds, vindictive bureaucracy
I feel exhausted into my tent –
for 300 pages.

an industry with more producers than consumers
the webpage gave advice
a list of sympathetic publishers
looking for difference, for originality
submissions – twice annually
double-spaced – Arial or new Roman 12 pt
response time
3- 6 months dependent on volume – could be longer.

One publisher offers choice
   1) as above – and wait until contacted
    2) take a sample of work to nearest bookshop
remove all clothing
proceed to read out loud.

“Our representatives will appear shortly – they’ll be wearing blue.



Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.