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In 2002, as an alternative means of therapy to excessive drinking and jay-walking in South London traffic, I started writing. At first I kept a journal, noting daily observations and recording a satirical account of my wry and positively cynical views of society and my place within it. A year and two very short stories later, I had discovered my passion for words and particularly poetry. Poems, after all, in my humble opinion, are even shorter short stories… and I'm quite lazy.
My priority has always been to make my writing simple and accessible whilst I lightheartedly describe my experiences of living with Crohn's disease and the endless battles I have with myself as I drift in and out of minimum wage jobs and hospital.
As much on page as on stage, my appeal tends to be to a broader audience, including those who may not consider themselves poetically inclined. Flailing around in the pits of illiteracy, I make up my own words and often misspell or poorly punctuate those that are already in existence. But, with the clichéd excuse of 'poetic license', I continue to scrawl.
Since being named "the cream of Devon poets" by John Hegley, I've decided to stick my jam on the scone, so to speak, and finally get my poems bound.
I would love to have my poems published. Please.
Here is a taster of what is to come. A mere canapé of the digestible feast that is to follow. Bon appetit.Read more...
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e-book edition, audiobook edition & access to George's shed.
A 1st edition hardback, the ebook version and access to George's shed
Signed & poetically dedicated 1st edition hardback, e-book edition, audiobook edition, your name in the back & access to George's shed.
Everything above and George will come and follow you around for one month, do the washing up, and be on call to read his poetry, or the works of any other poet if you so desire.