Monthly Archives: July 2012

Indigo Rising UK

I have the pleasure of working with some great people co-editing the poetry submissions for Indigo Rising UK Magazine

Please do send any poetry, prose, flash fiction or art to us at the following addresses:


Submissions can be up to 2500 words. We will make exceptions based on the quality of the piece. We are looking for high quality, literary pieces as long as they are creative and original.


Flash Fiction;

Submission no longer than 750 words. We are looking for inspiring, original pieces of fiction.



Submit up to six poems at a time, no longer than forty lines each. Any forms are fine. Subject matter can be anything. Originality is important.



We are looking for abstract, authentic and surreal art and photography. Pieces that have a personal touch and generate deeper understandings.


Look forward to hearing from you! 🙂


Interview With Author, NEDavid – 16/7/12

I recently had the pleasure of chatting with a fellow writer and friend of mine, N E David, about his experiences in writing and publishing.

As he indicated in his recent Blog (Eyes Wide Shut), he talked about how being a writer isn’t all about writing. He states, “it’s also about promoting yourself and your work – there’s no point in spending your life locked away in a draughty garret if the fruits of your labour never get to see the light of day.”

Here’s what he said when I grilled him about his recent work.


Me : Nick, you’ve just launched one of your novellas as an ebook. What prompted you to do that?

NED : Feria has been available in paperback for a while now and I thought it was time to offer it to a wider range of readers through the internet.

Me : Feria is a strange title. What exactly does it mean?

NED : Strictly speaking it’s the Latin word for ‘free day’ so it’s come to signify a holiday. More recently it’s been associated with festivals and fairs, the best known of which is probably the Feria de abril de Sevilla – the Seville April Fair.

Me : So how did you come across it?

NED : My wife and spent a week’s holiday in a small town in Andalusia in Spain in September 2006. Purely by accident it was the week of their annual Feria and we got caught up in it. I was so taken in by it all that I sketched out the plot on the plane on the way home.

Me : So some of the events you describe actually happened?

NED : Yes indeed. There was a Spanish Marching Band and free paella – I remember that we ate ours standing up in a telephone box as it was the only space we could find. But the rest is pure fiction.

Me : And what about the characters? Are any of them real?

NED : I guess not – although I do recall seeing an otherwise good-looking woman with a broken nose and I did wonder how she’d acquired it. In the end she became Carmen, the flamenco dancer, and I made up her story.

Me : Is there any other truth in the tale?

NED : Well, everyone there seems to own a dog and the keeping of goats is common.  And one of the most important problems for the area is the distribution of water. Walking the countryside, you become aware of just how many concrete channels and gulleys there are that transport it from one place to another.

Me : It’s not a long book, only 20000 words. When did you write it and how long did it take you?

NED : I started on it as soon as I got back from the holiday and I suppose it must have taken me about six weeks to complete. The great thing was, it was all so fresh in the mind that I didn’t need to do much revision.

Me : You seem to like this format. Why is that?

NED : I found the conventional short story length too constricting but the plot wasn’t enough for a novel and I didn’t want to string it out . This seemed about right.

Me : And are you intending to release more of your ‘entertainments’ as ebooks?

NED : Yes, I’m planning to do a couple more of the same length in the foreseeable future. But the content will be totally different!


To buy FERIA in the UK visit

To buy FERIA in the US visit


For more information about N E David you can follow him on twitter here: and visit his website here:

A Poem A Day

I read a blog earlier this year (can’t remember who or where) where a poet was attempting to build up material for a new collection but was struggling with the task of getting enough together. She decided to try to write a poem a day. Some days she banged out stonking good poetry (she said) and others she managed a few lines and ideas. But by the end of the 365 days she had, in raw form, over 200 poems. Some days were missed due to unforseen circumstances but she kept plugging away and made it to that number.

Her obvious next step would be the editing process but I think I agree with her when she claimed that half the battle was getting the ideas down.

So, because I don’t think I have enough to do with the kids, the housework, Uni research, Interning with Stairwell Books, open mic nights, helping with the Ryedale Book Festival and the York Literature Festival…I have decided to write a poem a day!

I think this will be good for me. It will give me a goal. Maybe it will help me focus more on writing my ideas down rather than thinking up something and then forgetting it 30 minutes later.

I have been trying to write short stories recently. It’s where I started out after all. But I think my head and my heart wants to write poetry. It needs the ‘instant’ and the ‘heartfelt’. It’s where I belong right now.

So tomorrow will be day one. I would like to post them up here but I fear there will be some tripe that I don’t want you…yes YOU, my readers, to see. If I just so happen to write something awesome then there is no point putting it here as I may want to send it for publication. Hmmmm…maybe I will tempt you with snippets, trailers, teasers…to keep you interested.

Wish me luck! 365 poems this year.

Yeah Baby!!!

Un Petit Mort


I touch cold skin

in the crook of your neck,

kiss briney lips

that taste of me.



My moss covered hair

tangles in your toes

tickles you there

in the darkness, alone.



You thrash beneath me

for a little, for a breath.

Gulping down my love

for you, till the end of time.




Daisy-chains lace a path that once held

the shadow of a prince on noble steel, a knight

in shining pick-up truck to whisk

away a heart in need. Leave

behind youth and sighs for the ride

to a castle full of dancing and flight.

The girl looks back as the white petals

fall. To love, or not to love?

Decisions made in haste, as pages

of the book flip past.

Lost among thorny differences,

sleeping silences, the daisy sits

on the mantle, ticking away the last

goodbye of the prince that never arrived.