From my writing
You think
You might know me.
You feel you can get some kind
Of handle
On my sense and sensibility,
Some insight
Into the ticking clockwork of my mind’s
Making,
Maybe you feel you’ve got the gist
Of what I’m all about,
Well, let me tell you,
Nothing’s wider of the Mark.
THE Martian fountain pens are out there, it seems, scribbling their way into the meme-sphere of the internet, as I discovered while randomly browsing my way around Google. My collection of short fiction and essays, Attack of the 50-Foot Verbose Mutant Killer Fountain Pens from Mars has turned up on a new site, with a nifty way of on-screen reading.
One lucky participant in a poetry competition stands to win a £100 prize without writing a single verse – all they need to do is vote.
The winner will be selected at random from the online votes cast to determine the top three winning poems entered into the competition organised by Chapter One Promotions.
It’s all of me
In here,
The entirety of me,
Every last one of me,
Bickering and squabbling,
Arguing and fighting,
Screaming fury, plain barking mad
Until I can’t hear
ME
Think!
Just give me,
All of me,
Every last one of me,
Some peace and quiet in here,
Yes, you, you there at the back,
That means me,
You got me?