How To Kill

"God Has Still Not Appeared To the Birds" from my in-progress PhD collection (How to Kill) has been selected as "Poem of the Month" by the Istanbul Review. Follow the link to the Istanbul Review (the link to the poem is on the right hand column):

http://www.theistanbulreview.com/


Russell Jones

26 One Word Poems

Another Bite and Then the Diet Starts

Appetizer

Boyhood Dream, Male Reality (Unfortunately They’re His Own)

Boobs

Chrissy, 48, Loves Cats, Hates Cheaters, Smoker

Cat-as-trophe?

Darlin’ It’s Not you...

Delusion

ENTER IF YOU DARE!!!

Exit

Folk These Days Don’t Know They’re Born

Fuddy-duddy

Gravediggings for Breakfast

Granola

Have You Trouble Hearing?

Herring?

Icarus, Fresh from an Afternoon Dreaming, Strode Forward with His Hands in His Pockets, Harked “I’ve an all-inclusive booked in Majorca, paid on the plastic. Onward!”

Imbecile

Jagged Winter with a Terrifying Spring

Jaberwocky

Kafuffle of Love / Art is Misunderstanding / Death is Song and Dance

Kabuki

Leaves  Blow in the Long Wind of Spring

Lenten

Magniiiification

mnmalsm

Nay! Neigh!

Nag

Onomatopoeia Walks Into a Bar: thunk

One-liner

Petite Bundles

Pic  can  inn  ies

Quality Engagement and Wedding Bands at LOW LOW Prices, Mail Order NOW

Quartz

Rolling into an Etch of the Mind

REM

Speaking of Sin

sssssssssssssssssssex

Tobacco, Tequila and Karaoke Friday

Tracheotomy

Unborn Clings to the Mic

Ultrasound

Versa Vice

What You See Is What You Get

WYSIWYG

X-Ray Dept./ CT Suite ; Orthopaedic and Fracture ; Males Only Ward

Xanthippe

Yaddah Yaddah Yaddahaaahahaaeeee

Yak

Zealot Packs His Trolley Full of Cold Meats

Zombie

Indian Winter

I forgot to mention - and you've probably noticed because you hang around this blog like a malignant wart or recurrent patch of flaky skin - that I've a short series of travel articles from my trip to India published with Exploration.

Parts one and two can be found here; move your lazy hand and click the links BEFORE YOU DIE

Part 1 http://www.eruditiononline.co.uk/exploration/article.php?id=290

Part 2 http://www.eruditiononline.co.uk/exploration/article.php?id=444

Part 3 is coming soon...

Renrock Reading

I'll be reading along with some other mere mortals at Cafe Renroc
(www.caferenrocnevohealth.co.uk) on Montgomery Street, Edinburgh, on Friday 25th May. It begins at 7pm. Come.

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RED10 again

Mr Kevin Cadwallender has assembled a group of super human misfits and degenerates - akin to The Avengers but with less make-up and fewer crime-fighting skills - to read for you potential viewing pleasure. It's in a bar, of course, it has to be in a bar. You need the juice. You parasitic vermin.

Compare him to Tony Stark, perhaps. Or Ash, from Pokemon. Cartoons are your only point of reference, aren't they? Cad is the overlord of "Red Squirrel Press", a publisher (with an odd interest in poetry and red squirrel populations) who has its hands on the Edinburgh poetry scene, among other things. They've published/are about to publish/will publish some day, many of the Poke-poets of Edinburgh town in a series of chapbooks and collections. Drey 4, for example, (buy it here with your metal trading circles http://www.redsquirrelpress.com/index.php?drey), named after a squirrel's 'nest', contains a couple of my own ramblings along with other poets such as Edinburgh poetry-socialite, entrepreneur and general busy-bee Claire Askew.

Anyway, a bunch of people who write words down on paper are reading them out at Perseverance Bar, Edinburgh, June 13th at 7:30. See them here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTiSWzLqTfQ&feature=share  then come and give them your prattle and praise

GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL

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Venture Award Reading

You filthy dog. I see what you've been doing, don't think I don't. And it's disgusting. You, yes YOU, make me want to retch up my vodka-soaked guts and then rub the Me Mess into my own eyes so I don't have to see you any more. Even your mother would slap that face. Hard.

This is this premise - kind of - for my recently "Venture Poetry Award" short-listed collection, "Our Terraced Hum". Me starin at people an things an dat from my dank pit window. And then writing lovely sonnets about the things I see. Awww.

Anyway I'll be reading from this collection at the Oxford House Theatre in London, on 12th April (6:30-eternity / 9pm)

Details below, 7 whole British pounds to get in.

http://www.flippedeye.net/venture/92/shortlist-readings/



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Cadaver, Speak

Imagine, with your feeble mind, what a corpse might say - if it were able - when laid out on the anatomy class slab, being hacked to pieces.

Well you don't have to!

Marianne Boruch hosts a night of readings by medical and literature students (including my miserable self) in Edinburgh's Old Anatomy Theatre on 21st March. We'll each be reading three of Boruch's poems from her collection, 'Cadaver, Speak'

Drag your lifeless sack of limbs there. I command thee!

Check out Boruch here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/marianne-boruch

Russell Jones