Tag Archives: free verse

Her Ring on My Entry Phone

Her ring on my entry phone.
“I’ve left my key at home.
I live at flat –“.
The devil winks when man thinks
Thoughts he ought not to think.
But ‘twas no sin
To let her in!

My Interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series

On Tuesday 10 May, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading series over Zoom. During the interview I talked about and read my poetry.

The show is due to be broadcast at 9 pm (UK time) today (Thursday 12 May). For details of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series please follow this link https://coopradio.org/shows/world-poetry-cafe/.

A link to the podcast will be available at a future date. Once available I will post it here.

My thanks to Ariadne of The World Poetry Reading Series for featuring me on her show.

Kevin

Just for the Record, Poems From a Time of Covid

I am pleased to announce that several of my poems have been included in “Just for the Record, Poems From a Time of Covid”.

Book Description

The Croydon Poetry Hour, was founded some years ago by Debby Grayson as a loose, inclusive network of people who meet regularly for the sheer pleasure of sharing the poems they have written, usually on a theme. During the Corona virus pandemic of 2020 – 2022, we did not set out to write about its impact as a group, but individually we produced poems arising out of our personal experiences, fears and hopes. The poems were written in a variety of styles and are evidence of the creativity that flows from giving poetry a try.

Where to Buy

“Just for the Record, Poems From a Time of Covid” is available for £2.20 from Lulu and can be found here, https://www.lulu.com/en/us/shop/croydon-poets/just-for-the-record/paperback/product-d2w5wq.html?page=1&pageSize=4

She Kissed Me

She,
Drunk
Kissed me.
Although she
Is not my type,
I am no monk
So thought of night
And a young woman who,
Its true
I more than like,
Though she Is not
My type.
But oh what
Bliss to kiss
And lose
Socks and shoes.
Me, I’m no monk,
But she was drunk.