Story time. Read a bit more of Jude’s story. In case you forgot I also write fiction.

 


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I slot the key into the lock and turn it. With my foot on the bottom of the rotten door frame, I push open the door, and step into the shop. The post under my feet crunches. I shut the door and crouch down to scoop them up. Tentatively I weave my way through Betty Boop statues, and Bamboo side tables to the back of the room, where I place the post on the till, which leaves my fingers coated in grime.

 
My phone bings. I swipe up the screen. Name: Dani. I put the phone to my ear. ‘Hello.’ I say.
‘Hi’ Dani says. ‘Can you see me?’
‘When.’
‘Now, later, tonight. Whenever.’
‘I can’t, really. I have a doctor’s appointment, then I go to the council, and the Jobcentre. Then I have to do some shopping.’
‘OK. See ya when I see ya then.’
Beep.

 

 

I scratch my shoulder, pulling the vodka out of the plastic bag I bought in with me. I take out the plastic cups, and rip off the wrapping, slipping a cup from the bottom of the tube. My hand shakes as I pour the vodka into the cup, and put the bottle down on the till, sliding a small bottle of lemonade from the bag, and topping it up.
A carriage clock ticks. Ominous. I can’t stand the ticking of a clock. I will have to find a way to silence them. All of them. My eyes run along the shelves of clocks: glinting silver, and gold soldiers.


 

 

Thanks for reading. I hope you took something from it. Drop me a comment below, let me know if there’s anything of yours that you have published recently because I am always up for reading new stuff; 


 

I was an artist. Poem.

 

photo of person wearing yellow converse shoes
Photo by Toni Ferreira Ph on Pexels.com

sat on the edge of the bathtub
my feet, wet, in the rivers of the flowing cold water over my toes
as i dab in-between the tiles on the wall
with a damp cloth
occasionally sprizting it with
a black mould remover
catching the trail before
it slides down,
and soon
the smell of a swimming pool invades my nostrils
i gag


 

Thanks for reading. If you want to read more of my poetry, please head over to my Patreon

Spontaneous poem. When Blogging.

when blogging


to blog

first you must have an idea, however small –
ideas are like dough – they rise higher than you ever thought they would

then some courage is needed
to put the idea into words on a page

when they are words on a page, they must be edited –
not to perfection –
the odd typo –
let’s make it a puzzle to see if anyone who visits will notice –
(i certainly didn’t)

when cutting and pasting *remember* to keep formatting as it is –
and schedule it for next Friday
and not accidently backdate it to last Friday
(which i certainly didn’t do and never have)

Google popular tags and times of day best to post –
i still do this after 5 years –
you would think i would learn –
open Twitter & check hashtags other bloggers are using –
become distracted –

reading their blogs
and your TBR list has gained several new books –
oops, just like that

if it is a book review blog –
do include if the book was an ARC –
i promise my unbiased opinion –

make sure the post has images
and in preview –
check the paragraphs haven’t bunched together –

is the blog connected to social networks –
post automatically –

have i titled the post – no
no – think
for ten minutes
on something that will entice the reader – draw them in –
realise laptop is 2 per cent away from running out of battery –
save blog
schedule to post
and breathe.

@k_lpoetry


thank you for reading this spontaneous poem. if you want to read other poems, i posted one here a few days ago and another here last week. You could also become a subscriber of my Patreon and find lots of my poems on there.


 

No Fee Manuscript Submission Calls

Verve Poetry Press are accepting collection and pamphlet manuscripts from Sunday the 17th of May until Saturday on the 20th of June. There is no fee.

Wild Pressed Books are open for pamphlet length manuscripts of prose or poetry until the 30th of June. They do ask for you to purchase one of their titles before sending your work.

Broken Sleep Books are looking for full length poetry collections. There is no fee.

Platypus Press’ The Broken River Prize is an annual poetry book contest. The Closing Date is July 31st. There is no fee.

Marble poetry.  Poetry pamphlets.

Nightingale and Sparrow. Full length manuscripts. Closes on the 17th of May.


The majority of these publishers do not have a reading fee, which is cool but if you can buy one of their books, it helps. Independent publishers do not get the backing that larger one’s do and book sales are important for them to move forward.

 

I think poetry and books make the world go round, so I don’t need much prompting in purchasing new reading material.


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Cover Reveal. A Love Like This.

 

 


Hello. I thought I would do a quick cover reveal of my next chapbook, A Love Like This. It’s made up of a bunch of short poems on a toxic, shitty relationship that I experienced when I was younger. It surprised me how many poems I wrote on this period of my life, a lot of them written during the relationship. I wrote all the time when I was younger. It has some light-hearted moments, the poems have a darker, cynical edge to them. I will update you when I have more info. In the meantime, if you want to read some of my poems you can get my chapbook Pocket Poems – 12 micro-poems on travel and a few of them are fun, silly little moments I experienced. https://payhip.com/KLPoetry