For Stefan Kiszko (New Poem)

And always the silent smell
Of music follows
Each time his name is mentioned
Never justice,

Covered in ignored pleadings
With pinpointed accuracy
Constantly kicking
The ladder away
From his freedom

Evidence suppressed and misplaced
For 16 years
In cross currents
Of ignored medical reports

Miscarrying justice
And innocence
Constantly brushed
Under the carpets

Drawn back on curtains
Across hospitals
And your bedroom upon release
Which eventually killed you

A terrible crime
With two victims.

(This poem is in memory off Stefan Ivan Kiszko (24 March 1952 – 23 December 1993), who served 16 years in prison after he was wrongly convicted of assault and murder of Lesley Molseed. His ordeal was described by one MP as "the worst miscarriage of justice of all time” Kiszko was released in 1992 after forensic evidence showed that he could not have committed the murder. He tragically died in December 1993 shortly afterwards)

The End of Summer

Summer is ending guys.

These pictures beneath prove it. These two young ladies don't normally get on this well.

Quite a surprise at 6.30am on Friday morning.

Special writing workshop for writers of the third kind at the Bankswood Inspire Festival Saturday 23 August 2014

A press release about a free poetry writing workshop myself and members of Writers of the third kind shall be doing shortly for the Bankswood Inspire Festival. 

In addition to performing at this year’s Inspire Bankswood Festival  on the 23rd August 2014, (http://www.bankswoodinspirefestival.co.uk/) with his combined spoken word / music band A Means to an End ‘(http://ameanstoanend.yolasite.com/), from 4pm to 5pm on the Inspire Festival, earlier on published writer (and author of one solo book ‘Return to Kemptown’ and two split books ‘Europa’ with Nick Armbrister and ‘A Means to an End’ with Jeff Dawson’, Andy N who runs regular writing workshops under the name of Writers of the third kind will be running a special poetry writing workshop for beginners and more experienced writers from 2pm to 3pm in the workshop marquee.

Andy N is an experienced writing workshop co-ordinator, running Writers of the third kind in Bolton since 2011, and prior to that Trio Writers from 2008 to 2011 in the Bolton and has conducted poetry-writing workshops throughout the North West of England and also Southern Ireland 

His official website is http://www.andyn.org.uk 

More information about Writers of the third Kind can be read here.. http://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/writersofthethirdkind

More details can be found through his email address which is aen1mpo@yahoo.co.uk 

Wilfred Owen Montage (A kind of new poem)

After the blast of lightning from the east
A dismal fog hoarse siren howled at dawn
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks
Whispering in my hearth
Sojourning through a southern realm
Halted against the shade of a lost hill
Charged with beauty as a cloud
With bright darkling glows. 

(A Poem made up of lines from various Wilfred Own
poems, mostly just first lines and published just
a day or two before Britain declared war on Germany
on 4 August 1914 in tribute to Wilfred Owen,
one of the greatest First World War Poets) 

Ocean in a Bottle - Nights of Nuclear Remorse (Demo Version) from the upcoming Alex EP

Sorry for the quietness guys but have been busy recording a new EP under my new band's name 'Ocean in a Bottle' which is a mostly instrumental Piano project in the vein of Nils Fraham and Olfaur Arnalds called 'Alex' EP which will be released on 14 August 2014.

A out-take or version if you like of the last track 'Nights of Nuclear Remorse' can be heard here at https://soundcloud.com/andynpoet/ocean-in-a-bottle-nights-of-nuclear-remorse-out-take

This will give you a idea of the way the EP is going (This is not the finished track).

Alex for those interested and for who this EP is wrote for is a friend of mine, Alex Humphrey is a friend of mine who went missing in Panama on 14 August 2009 and has never been seen since.

More details can be read at http://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/alex-humphrey-stockport-missing-panama-7342930 

and also on the facebook group Find Alex Humphrey https://www.facebook.com/groups/126108175597/?fref=ts

The EP will be a free download also.

Exile (New Poem)

Last night I dreamt
Of the dark alleyways
Leading to the Sands
And the black bags
Getting pushed around
Outside in the wind
Like a circular sleeping bag
Than a photographic reflection,

Singing through the windows
Of half torn memories
Of a delayed youth
That hung on the edge
Of the Old Arndale
Where we used to go dancing
In mops of blonde perms
And watered down lager,

Strangling our roots
Over noir-ish lights
Where bad 80’s pop
Hovered nervously
Hand in hand
With 60’s motown
Most of which
We had never heard off

Swinging emptily
In memories
Half perturbured in the light

Tied up in reef knots
Of emotion

Standing in disenchanted shadows
Looming near
We once kept
A nervous watch
Constantly watching our backs
Every time something
Came on we liked.

(The Sands was a nightclub in Stretford on the corner of Stretford Mall or Arndale if you like)

true story in Hayshem near Morecambe yesterday

True Story.. Just back from Hayshem near Morecambe after been away for a few days with my friend, Russell. Yesterday after a long, long walk down Half Moon Bay which I will full recommend for a epic walk, me and Russell did a 4 mile walk and I simply over did it (perks of being diabetic) totally did me in.

Russell was great and went and got his car as he could see how exhausted I was and the twenty or so minutes I had to wait for him was daunting and worrying as I haven’t faced this kind of exhaustion before which suffering from Diabetes.

Out of nowhere, within seconds of Russell going, this young lady below appeared out of nowhere and stopped me worrying about been over exhausted until Russell returned by constantly rubbing herself against me and purring.

One thing I learnt from this was no matter what happens to me in the future is the fact I will always have a cat living with me as this young lady probably stopped from totally stressing myself out.

Also total respect to Russell for going to get his car for me in the first place here.