Out Now: Fifty

I’m pleased to announce to you guys that today is publication day for my third poetry collection, ‘Fifty’.

It appears that I’ve clashed with a new release by my fellow Mancunian, Noel Gallagher! Next time I’ll have a word with him so we can come to some arrangement. After all, it worked for the Beatles and the Stones!

Following on from previous collections ‘Heading North’ and ‘In Brigantia’, this one comprises fifty poems to mark my fiftieth year, copies of which can be obtained following the links below:

UK Amazon:


US Amazon:

Fifty https://a.co/d/4LOrVEv

Announcing A New Collection: Fifty

I’m very pleased to announce that my third poetry collection is soon to be published by Alien Buddha Press. Conceived as fifty poems to mark my fiftieth birthday, I decided to go all out Adele and call it Fifty.

It is out on the 2nd of June. Here’s to a good Summer! 🌞

Books For Christmas!

Christmas is coming 😃 Here is a link to my Amazon page if you’d like to grab yourself (or somebody else) a copy of one of my two poetry collections, or an anthology that I have some fiction in.

If you visit my page, don’t let that photo of me put you off!


My latest collection (2019)

My debut collection (2015)

My Hesitant Lover

From an early frost, the day has emerged into a thing of beauty. I would show you, but the camera on my phone is temperamental. Instead, you will have to picture it:

the blue sky is barely adorned by cloud, the sun shining down upon the newly-budding trees, and the birds are busy gathering nesting material from this urban, crumbling Eden.

Here, in what is often referred to as ‘Rainy Manchester’ there is a sense of making the most of things. The air feels lighter, and scented with inspiration. I’ve been sat outside this morning, giving a few tweaks to some new poems:



Six Line Poem;


(and, ironically)

Rainy Day Blues.

After the publication of Heading North, it would be easy to get carried away and start to think of another collection.

But it is too early-the poems will come when they come. Seek too hard and they will be chased away. My muse is a hesitant lover.