Category Archives: poetry

May 13 2012

Brighton Festival – to sex it up or to not sex it up?

So this time last year, I entered the Brighton Festival Poetry Competition at the Hendricks Library of Delightfully Peculiar Writings and what a night it was. I got ‘special mention’ which my mum reckons means ‘you were the best really’ but I was particularly devastated that, yet again, the person with the food sex poem won the £100. When I say devastated, I mean I had a major confidence crash and went into major drama queen mode that life would never be the same again. Then my mum (yes really) suggested I write a food sex poem to outdo all other food sex poems and ‘Dinner will be served at 7′ was born. Since then it has been performed to open mouths(!) at several down and dirty pubs and the ‘foodfuck’ poem is my most requested.

But do I really want to be known as the Foodfuck poet?

So, I put it to you…please decide for me? I’ll be sure to let you know how I get on. My choices for entering the competition are:

If you want a reminder of the poems – Brighton is HERE (right click to open in a new window) and Dinner will be Served at 7 is HERE. The medley would probably be Par Pitie, Not the First Date & Blink.

May 4 2012

I name this ship ‘Little White Lies’…

In conjunction with the book launch of ‘Little White Lies’ tomorrow (see the post below for details), I am pleased to announce that the book is now available for purchase! There is a discount set until 31st May so please tell your friends, your aunties, the lady next to you in the queue for coffee…

Go here to purchase or just to have a nose (right-click to open link in a new window)

Apr 26 2012

Book Launch – 5th May!!

Please join me! Live performance, both to tracks and live musicians, plus the usual banter and bluster.

So, I’ve finally reached the finishing line. I set out to make this book so much more than the last – both with quantity and personalised touches – and I became quite determined not to cut any corners… to the point where I drove myself quite dotty editing, proofreading and redrawing illustrations that I wasn’t 100% happy with.
Much of it was written in Coffee Republic (they make a wonderful cappuccino) and they always cheered me up when I was flagging, so I was THRILLED when they offered me the upstairs to launch the book. It’ll be like home away from home. Honestly, I spend so much time there that even the Google Earth car captured me sitting by the window with my notepad and mug! I just need some people there to help me send the book on its way… please come!
If not, I shall see you at the Festival with my mini-amp and my bowler hat.
(Details of how to purchase the book online, very soon)

Kiersty x

Apr 16 2012

Da-Dah!

All done. The proof copies are apparently winging their way over my way right now and I am completely anticipatious and trembley-like. Watch this space. Keep everything crossed. Despite last-minute hiccups of having to reset all the illustrations, reconfigure the Table of Contents and finding (gasp!) an ‘it’s’ that should have been ‘its’ in the last 24 hours before it went to print, I’m still pretty much bang on schedule. I’m hoping it’s going to be the best one yet. Watch out for much whooping and over excitement before the end of the week!

Mar 26 2012

Very close…

to finishing the book. I’m trying to concentrate, keep my head down and get it done for my self-imposed deadline. But one more illustration to share… the rest will have to be a surprise. Back soon, I promise!

Mar 7 2012

Literary Tumbles, Issue 3

The following advertisement appears in Wulfstan’s Literary Tumbles, along with a commentary by Kiersty Boon on the TS Eliot prize and the funding of the poetry world.

As previously, the magazine is noted as being in memory of Paul Squires  gingatao.com, who was an ardent supporter and friend to many of the contributors.

If you would like to purchase a copy of this magazine on pdf, or support it reaching hard-copy print by pre-ordering a mail-order issue, then please visit THIS LINK.

Feb 12 2012

Valentine, shwoops

I really enjoyed and stressed over the valentine series last year. I thought this year that I would just pick out my favourite one. It wasn’t everyone’s favourite but then that was more of the point perhaps… It was an experiment and aesthetically it pinpointed the ‘feel’ of the relationship rather than any pedantics of ‘proper’ poetry.

My favourite from last year’s valentine becomes my only valentine this year.