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  • Poem: My Neighbour’s Security Light

    My neighbour’s security light shines in my kitchen. It’s saving me electric, but cooking is fraught: With the light going off at inopportune moments My food never tastes quite as good as it ought. I reach for the mixed herbs and, plunged into darkness, I put a good handful in my bolognese I give it…

  • Short Fiction: Dedication Is Key

    Dedication, that’s what it took. Personal achievement, relationships, success – dedication was the key to all of them. As he drummed into his children, you had to work for what you wanted. Year-round he trained, measuring, timing, perfecting his technique, straining to get the best out of his muscles and sinews, heart and lungs. He…

  • Poem: What’s Within

    I iron creases from a shirt and think about my skin: You see it creped and wrinkled; you don’t see what’s within. You see my shoulders rounded; you see my face is red; But you’ve got no idea what’s going on inside my head… I don’t want to do the ironing, wash the curtains or…

  • Come and see me on 30th August!

    If you’re in the Huntingdon area on Saturday 30th August, please do come and see me at Huntingdon Commemoration Hall. I’ll be there as part of the Huntingdon Alternative Fayre, selling my comedy fantasy books Gingerbread Children and Twicetime, plus poetry book Sticky Ends and possibly something new… It’s on from 10-4, entry is free…

  • Poem: Heavy Metal Hero

    I wanna be a heavy metal hero; I wanna front a hard rock band. I’m all done with rap And all that pap I wanna show I’m in command. I wanna wear my hair all long and greasy; Want it wild and thick and all that stuff. I want it blond or black, I want…

  • Poem: The Fancy-Dress Party

    We’ve just had a fancy dress party – our family and some of our friends – It was really quite funny to see the grown-ups getting dressed up and playing “pretends”. My grandmother came as a teabag, and grandfather came as a bat, And Daddy turned out as King Arthur, while Mummy dressed up as…

  • Poem: Building A Wardrobe

    My uncles came to stay with me when I got my new pad; They came to do some DIY for which I was quite glad. They put me up some pantry shelves and stood back with great pride; I watched as jars and bottles slowly slid down to one side. I bought a rotary washing…

  • Poem: My Home Gym

    I built myself a home gym so I could exercise, Replace my fat with muscle and tone my flabby thighs. My bingo wings I’d banish, my posture would improve, My body would be sculpted – how gracefully I’d move! I’d be so fit and agile, a marathon I’d run And maybe then I’d do a…

  • Happy Publication Day for Sticky Ends!

    We here at McCaw Press are very happy to announce that it’s publication day for Carol Carman’s new book Sticky Ends! A collection of comic poems featuring possessed gnashers, unstoppable shoppers, serial killer brides, crossword fanatics, telly addicts, a lonely school reunion, a bunch of drunks and the world’s worst outing to Blackpool. Carol Carman…

  • Poem: Something Amiss in My Engine

    There was something amiss in my engine: a new water pump needed, I thought; I booked my car into the garage – for a service, a see-to and sort. The message came back from the garage: your water pump’s fine – working well – And your motor now waits on our forecourt, it’s running as…

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