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Getting your poetry (and other writing) featured

On 18 December 2016, Chris the Story Reading Ape kindly published a guest post by me titled How to Get and Do Radio Interviews.

In that article I wrote about my experience of being interviewed by my local radio station, Croydon Radio, together with my appearance on the Magic Happens (a show hosted by the ever helpful Annette on Blogtalk Radio.

Since the publication of my post on the Story Reading Ape’s blog, I have been featured on the World Poetry Reading Series, and in Pax Et Dolor Magazine.

Both Pax Et Dolor Magazine and The World Poetry Reading Series (the latter is hosted by Vancouver Co-Op Radio) offer excellent opportunities for poets to promote their work.

In the case of The World Poetry Reading Series (hosted by Ariadne Sawyer and Neil Ryan), poets are offered the opportunity to talk about their work and read a selection of their poetry.

A podcast of the programme is subsequently made available which poets can share with their readers/followers, (note: Croydon Radio and Blogtalk Radio also offer this facility).

To contact The World Poetry Reading Series please visit the link above.

Pax Et Dolor Magazine publishes poetry together with writing on a variety of other topics. To contact Pax Et Dolor Magazine please visit them at the above link.

If you know of any other outlets for publicising poetry and writing more generally, please feel free to comment below.

Kevin

“A Storm Is Coming” They Said

“A storm is coming” they said
Yet I hear no thunder
Overhead.
I wonder
Why this dread
Of the mighty Thor?
We close window and door
And watch the lightning’s flame
Put our civilisation to shame.

Thor he came
Long before
I was a twinkle in my parents eye
And the gods will remain
(but not so you and I).

What Is A Bed?

What is a double bed?
A place where the dread
Of what comes after this brief life
Is momentarily lost
In the arms of mistress or wife.

What is a double bed?
A place where the lone head
Sleeps
And sometimes weeps.

What is a bed?
A place of joy and pain,
Where we return again and again
Until we are slain
By the final sleep.

Morning Rush Hour

Morning rush hour on the tube.
A couple kiss.
“Keep in touch” he says.
“Yeah I will” the girl replies.
They get out and go their separate ways.
I felt like a voyeur
Observing him and her.

I wonder whether
They spent the night together
And if so, did they part
With joy or regret in their heart?

“Keep in touch he said.
“Yeah, I will” she replied.
I know not whether love lived or died
As the tube doors closed on that passing show
And will probably never know.