I’ve given up promoting my books as life is a bit too short and it does no good. However, I will continue to publish what I can and let my words rise like burnt prayers to the heavens. Self-promotion is tiresome and ineffectual, if not downright counter-productive. Let that be an end to it.
So, next. I’ve put a gallery of slivers from my photos as page headers, only slivers because they have to be cropped to fit the space available in this WordPress theme. They’re randomised and you can make another one appear (usually) by clicking them. Meanwhile, here’s what the book looks like on an old Kindle.
Download my poetry collection Day of the Flying Leaves free for Kindle. Note, you do not have to sign up for Kindle Unlimited to get this title for free. Offer ends Thursday 23 April 2021. Also available in paperback. Normal price £5.99.
Update: The offer has expired. The Kindle version now costs £1.99. See previous posts for the list of contents, cover image and sample poems. Thanks for your interest. (Stephen)
Summer doesn’t come round again Because no two summers are the same. If you’re waiting for love to revisit The parks and sofas and cars, They’re gone – under concrete, Crushed and melted down, landfill.
No, summer won’t come round again, Look forward to the unborn, Look backward to the long gone. In winter, don’t wish your life away. There will be another season For you, there will be a new day.
The mile-high club is grounded. Sand dunes on that beach are in tier four. There are cobwebs in the public toilets. (Mind you, there always were.) The back row of the flicks is nixed. Wake up little Susy, it’s over, we’re dead.
You can look at it one of two ways. You can say there’s sodden paper On the ground Or Sunlight shines on one side Of the weed-grown back lane Behind the shopping parade.
A smell of paint thinner is in the breeze And the corner of an outdated poster On a gable billboard Opens like a door.