Author Archives: Chris

I have started writing poetry on Instagram. There is a large community who follow Instapoets so I am trying my hand at this. There is a lot of poetry on IG, not all of it is, um, good.

In 2006 I attended my first open mic. I was, at the time, a budding poet who, on the back of inspiration found in the likes of Matt Harvey, Liv Torc and a few other famous names, I found a … Continue reading →

There were too many tanks.  Too many fire breathing goats bleatingFor the blood of the president.  Too many missiles pointingto a blood red sky. The autonaut counted the beans,Floating through the vacuum of the dustbin. There were too many beans,Floating … Continue reading →

Alfie had wondered what the commotion was aboutWhen the tapeworm returned home. There wasn’t any food left, they’d run out of money months ago,But still the tapeworm demanded to be fed with melon boats. “There is no point having a … Continue reading →

This is the reply to this letter. Dear Times New Roman, The dust settles on your, suited shoulders. Years of dandruff and carcasses of small dead insects fall from your dusty, miserable ceiling. When I first met you, your grace … Continue reading →

Please put your item  in the bagging area, If you don’t the assistant might stare at ya’ And if they are pissed off, he might even glare at ‘ya Because you’ve not put your item in the bagging area. The … Continue reading →

This space is hallowed. There are rules to be followed. The air is loud with smells that interrupt. No voices, just a quiet grunt of acknowledgement. You can only hear the shuffle of feet, the clink of a belt buckle. … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Exeter Poetry Festival:
It is impossible to sum up this years poetry slam generally as the poets were all so diverse, the fact that each poem had a time limit of three minutes meant that there wouldn’t…