Be All; End All now available on Kindle

Amazon store
Amazon store
UK link

Be All; End All is a collection of poems which has been written since the release of Swannui and Cygnus in the summer of 2013. It is considerably longer, deeper and perhaps less conventional than my earlier work, Swannui and Cygnus.
It is now on Kindle for about $1.20
US link

Available on Kindle for $1.22

Ooooooh bargain.
Amazon store
UK link

My first collection of poetry, Swannui and Cygnus is available for just over a dollar on the Kindle store. I think that’s a pretty good price. Above is the UK link, below is the US link. To find Swannui and Cygnus in your region, just search the Kindle store.
US link

Stockist Update: Lowestoft

Lowestoft library is now stocking The Merfoxiad.
The Merfoxiad is a narrative poem in the mock epic style. It concerns an ancient being of destruction and it’s unlikely adversary.
The Merfoxiad is available for £4, £1 of which will be donated to the libraries good cause.
I am very thankful for all stockists and grateful for their continued support.

The Merfoxiad release

Following Swannui and Cygnus and Be All; End All comes The Merfoxiad
The Merfoxiad is a mock epic piece, a tongue-in-cheek playful narrative concerning an evil fox beast and the young girl destined to stop it.

The Merfoxiad goes on sale week commencing 24th November and is available to buy in Beccles from Beccles Books, from Halesworth Library and Lowestoft Library.

Cover art and release notes coming soon.


We see the same sky
You and I
Watching as the horizon
Blends with warm ocean
And aren’t you glad you’re laying here

That tanker out there
What do you think they’re
Thinking when they sit there
Watching and waiting for a call
To come to shore

Why do you think I care
She said as she traced a thin line of
Sand across
Her belly button
Idly caressing and eyes on skies
Distant, daring and blinking blue
Behind Ray Bans that could define my life
I breathed deeply and furrowed forth

If life is a game
Are you winning or losing
I asked her
She sniffed and drew her arms around
Her knees
Poised, taut and drawing it out
I’m playing and that’s better than most

She left to the right
My feet dug in the sand
By the shore
With the sun and the sea and the scene
Still the tanker sat motionless
So here I lie with my eyes on empty skies

The Merfoxiad III: Tails of Vulpine Vicissitude

The date, a day
The day of her birth
How and why and how did he know
What did it mean and what had she just seen
Lurking, skulking, peering between tomes
She caught his gaze and he sidled out

The girls interest piqued, forehead burning
Lips loose and inquiring, demanding
Answers for riddles and lockets
Seraca’s hazy hazel eyes burnt right through their sockets

The old man sat down and sighed deep
You’re not the first one with this secret to keep
What you see, I have seen
A long time ago, when these bones didn’t ache
And this mind was as sharp as the tips of his claws
I banished the dreams and the scenes when I banished the beast
Five decades ago

Calamity, Charybdis, Leviathan, Kraken,
Cataclysm, Scourge
By many names he’s known, by people
Long dead, who sat atop long crumbled thrones
A weapon, the trident of Poseidon has lived long and ended many
In Rome, Constantinople, the fall of Tripoli, he fought Gilgamesh
He was there, watching, waiting, annihilating
The legend of vulpine destruction, mutilated flesh and form

With a single purpose and drive to kill
Sent forth by a god forgotten, with a grudge
and a vengeance like none we have known
Where is atlantis now, they couldn’t survive the furry death
Yet I did

A child, like you, a long time ago
Though mere seconds in a tale of tails
That spans millennia
Every night I slept in sweat and blood
Waking, screaming since I was young

Until my twentieth year
Whats that you say,
I struggle to hear
Ah yes, the dreams became waking
Walking nightmares, all day
Visions, warnings, that foretold
That the things I had seen were real
If I just read the signs
They showed me the way

Chosen to stop the beast from beneath
A skinny boy with a flop of blonde hair
To stand against the end of an era
The extinction of a race
One day, awake and asleep
Walking in dreams, I came to by the seaside with a sword in my hand
The beach deserted, the clouds darkened, day dimmed to dull light
It crawled, it came, it screamed, screeched from the sea
The beginning and the end
Perfect form of furs and clawed paws, surged through the brine
Intent on the end of all life

The sword struck deep and dug in right through it’s neck
The flesh, the blood
The scream from beyond, it split, it shrieked
The earth shuddered, cracked, trembled beneath us
An incandescent light pierced my eyes
The beast was gone, the great Merfox
And so was the sword
I came to with a locket round my neck

I kept it close, held it tight all these years
Never heard again, dreamt again of the beast
Those dark dreams
Until one night I awoke drenched in blood and sweat
And yet, I expected it
My fingers gripped round the locket
What else happened, Dear, on the night of
The twenty third of March, nineteen eighty six

Seraca ran her fingers through her fine curls
I was born, she whispered

So, they created it
Recreated it, mutilated it
Brought it back from death to bring death
Playing god with the spawn of a god
It returns and it is all their fault
The cult of the fox have reopened Pandora’s box

I was born, she whispered
Then, firmly, I will win
Let’s reach the beach before it’s breach