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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

I Know a Young Barmaid Named Lou

I know a young barmaid named Lou
Who pours beer through her favourite shoe.
I have a fetish
For Flair’s wet lettuce,
But the vicar he loves Lou’s shoe!

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

Love Triangle

A young lady whose name is Claire
Is keen on a girl called Flair.
But Flair burns for Sue
Who (strictly between us 2),
Has always had a thing for Claire!

There Once Was a Decent Old Tory

There once was a decent old Tory
Who went by the name of Rory.
When it came to the election
He indulged in much introspection,
Then reluctantly put his cross by Tory.

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.