Feeling overwhelmingly other, being one of the others. where are all the other others? Lost in every metropolis, drowning in the majority, the majority of the minority that the majority thinks us and wants us to be. A spectrum obscured, disguised by the loudest of us, falling between cracks in representation. Lost without reference points, falling out of pigeon holes, too much for some, too little for others.
Look what arrived in the post today! Still finding it hard to believe that someone actually published my stuff. I’ve checked out some of the other writers in it too as it’s all great stuff. Will go cover to cover on the weekend but for now the pages with my 2 poems on will be well fingered.
I did get a free e-copy but I purchased the hard copy myself at full price. 50% of profits are being donated to the disability charity Scopeso trying to get a free copy would have been very cheeky indeed. For this very good reason though I fully encourage you to buy it in a format of your preference.
(I feel like I should mention that I don’t see a penny for this at all, which I knew I wouldn’t when I got involved. All profits go to Scope and to Dagda Publishing so they can both continue their great work and grow!)
The good folk over at Dagda Publishing have very kindly included 2 of my poems is their new music themed anthology. I’m over the moon and I would like to say a massive thank you to them for even considering me in the first place.
Here are the Amazon links, regardless of my inclusion please buy it as 50% of profits are being donated to the disability charity Scope.
When you get some junk mail about credit cards or some shit, take the opportunity to use their free post return envelope to mail them some examples of your poetry (Anonymously and Do NOT Return Any Forms, of course! ).
Since they have to pay for the return postage they have effectively paid for your poetry!
And you never know, it might brighten up the day of some poor office worker opening the post.
FIGHT JUNK MAIL WITH POETRY & LOVE!
(…by the way, is it Guerrilla or Guerilla? I can’t find a definitive answer!)
teach me how to smile get me out of the black tie dye make me believe in magic number one but always second teach me the joys in sunlight i am too blue giving up is easy and boring and obvious skin tingles pre explosion or post i haven’t decided yet cold soul in need of a blanket curl up in bed with my heart good morning i don’t want to be lost
Here is the proposal I wrote for my boyfriend made up of song titles, he said Yes!
“Hello, I love you, You’re the one that I want. I only have eyes for you, Without you my life would be boring. You’re my favourite music, You make me feel like dancing. Thank you for loving me, I will always love you. You really got me, You will be adored. Will you marry me?
P.S. I love you”
(The Doors, Grease, The Flamingos, The Knife, Niko, Leo Sayer, Bon Jovi, Whitney Houston, The Kinks, Huski, Paula Abdul, The Beatles)