Great night from many splendid poets from near and far at HEART in Headingley.
Thought I’d post one of the three poems I read tonight, entitled Where has all the truth gone
Comments closedGreat night from many splendid poets from near and far at HEART in Headingley.
Thought I’d post one of the three poems I read tonight, entitled Where has all the truth gone
Comments closedLooking forward to sharing some new poems at HEART in Headingley tonight
Comments closedHappy to announce that thanks to my fellow IWG writer and friend David Windle, Stan Haywood is going to perform the monologue at the Adelphi in Leeds on the 5th March. Looking forward to joining David and Stan in Hull very soon to start rehearsals.
Comments closedHappy to confirm that my entry for the Leeds Pub Theatre Monologue Event has been chosen as one of ten to be performed on the night (5th March 2020). Watch this space for further News updates on this
Comments closedA brilliant evening of poetry and prose at my local ‘open mike’ evening in Shipley last night.
The range, diversity and excellence of the contributions was truly amazing.
Headline poet Ian Humphreys was brilliant too.
I shared the Prologue from ‘Show Me The Way To Santiago’, which went down very well.
Maybe a couple of months away from publication.
Watch this space for further details
Comments closedRediscovered my Twitter account details today, which are: Twitter @PeterKa29830408
Comments closedSharing spoken words with so many brilliant local poets. A truly wonderful and humbling experience.
Comments closedSelf-published in 2012
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And in the darkness I hear the call
Wonder whether the lustrous moon is up
To witness the random slaughter
Inside I read stories to my daughter
Shut out the reality and stench of the kill
Stroke her hair and sing a lullaby
Though my blood is curdled by the cry
And in my head my other self asks why?
Later as dawn approaches I am awake
Thoughts tumbling upon each other in my head
I rise and check my daughter’s breathing
Watch her perfect child-like body heaving
Outside a sudden gust of wind rattles the gate
The owl makes a last call before handing on
The mantle of birdsong to the blackbird
Whilst I can only ponder the absurd
Ask again why she had to die
And whether next time I stand
on the precipice of the bridge
I will dare to jump
To shut out once and for all
Both the darkness and the call
Comments closedI am, a writer, poet, runner, gardener and long distance walker. I have written non-fictional books, stories of journey’s undertaken, short stories, Children’s Books and poetry. My latest book about a 625 mile pilgrimage journey through Spain will be published on the 18th April 2020, courtesy of CuriousCatBooks.
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