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Wednesday, 8 March 2017

The Onslaught Press is delighted to invite you to the
launch of ident, a new poetry collection by
Alan John Stubbs
On 25th March 2017 between 11:00am and 13:00 pm.
in the Parquet Room at the Old Fire Station,
Peter Street, Carlisle, CA3 8QP



In this new collection of playfully disturbing and provocative poems Alan John Stubbs, an established master of risky, inventive poetics, turns his critical eye towards the notion of identity, skipping effortlessly between vivid childhood memories, bright, impressionistic flashbacks from his international travels, and laments for the sorry state of the contemporary United Kingdom.


Tuesday, 14 February 2017


Finally I am able to organise a launch for 'ident.'

The launch will be on Saturday 25th March at the Parquet Room in The Old Fire Station at Carlisle, from 11.00 until 13.00. There will be free wine and juice, a reading, and copies of ident available to purchase signed.

Hoping to see you there.


Thursday, 22 December 2016

What a Christmas present! What an end to 2016!

The new modern poetry collection ident is published on 22nd December 2016.

Here are some images of the new book.

I am very grateful to Mathew Staunton of The Onslaught Press for his great patience, and for the superb design and layout, and very very happy to have the poem(s) finally realised in this form.

If you want to purchase ident go here

 Or here

Or order it from your local bookshop.

And, if you haven't done so yet, please checkout my earlier release in 2016 the poetry collection The Lost Box of Eyes here

Hoping that you have a great Christmas and an excellent 2017.


Saturday, 17 December 2016

Breaking News.

The second poetry collection 'ident' is now available on pre-order at The Onslaught Press here Onslaught Press Shop

and on Amazon UK here Pre-Order ident here.  Hoping that you will read and enjoy it.

Read about ident here !

Eagerly awaiting the physical realisation of the idea of it, the book, the object, that the leaves have weight, bear thought and feeling...  

Here is a poem from the new book.


the stands soft roundness’s appear 
leaves quivered in the making 
of a separate locking 
down of light

the trees enduring
crowd in common flight 

about one tangled toppled form
taken as a fungi sprawl 

I would go to see
where the antlers of an aged bared crown
of wrinkled lime 

lichen in winter—missing

the way any body might miss 
the comradeship of trees

Very Best Wishes for Xmas and the New Year.

Friday, 2 December 2016

The new book 'ident' is proofed now and will very soon be published. 

I am very grateful to Mathew Staunton of The Onslaught Press for his patience and for the superb layout, graphics, and design of the book. I am very much looking forward to having the physical object.

The book is in three sections. The first and third sections are in the form of single poems, with the last poem being about entering the World, and the first poem is this:

as a child she burned

her hand picking up a stick of glowing
metal from a bonfire out amongst shells
not shells like those found on a beach with
a pale luminescence being grown for protection
by soft unboned creatures to save them
from the many predators of the deep, but
shells of bombed out buildings after the war
that started just before
she existed, and she carried the scar of it
said that she could smell her skin, her flesh
burning before she dropped the almost molten
poker, or whatever it was that had somehow got in
-side the flames, soaked up all that heat, and must
have seemed—glowing as it did from orange to red
then a brilliant white, to be alive itself, to be
hot with a life
it was emitting, and she’d caught it
within the innocent grasp at light she’d made
she showed the scar sometimes—a faded
location on the map of her skin—the way
the memory never did

thought says it burns now that light, that heat

I hope that you like this and that you will check out the book. 

Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Here's a look at the cover of the soon to be published new book 'ident'

Hope that you like it.

The more horticultural may recognise this as Bindweed. Bindweed is the fiirst poem in the book, and is an idea that develops and grows and is profligate throughout.

The link below will take you to The Onslaught Press's 'ident' Webpage with Fiona Sampson's preface to 'The Lost Box of Eyes. 

Best Regards,


Friday, 23 September 2016

Like a babies first scan.

Still in the proofing, the Poetry Book 'ident' has taken on the makings of an identity with Mathew Staunton's designed cover, and with his setting a pre-view on The Onslaught Press website.

Have a look, click on the link below