Cover of when she is winter by Emily Ford

 Here is the cover of when she is winter designed by the very talented Emily Ford. 

 

 

 

 

 

You can see more info on the book, including a preview here When She Is Winter

When she is winter is launched on Amazon.

Announcing the launch of a new paperback collection, my first since 2020's sound about hot. 

I am very happy with the poems in this collection, and very happy with the cover design and illustrations by excellent Cumbrian artist and illustrator Emily Ford.

These poems were made in the time that both of my parents died, and some of the poems address this. 

There are also poems occassioned by birth.

 This is my first venture into using kindle publisher. I hope that the collection is interesting.

To order please visit amazon, or click on the link here when she is winter 

Best Regards.

 

Coming soon - A New Book titled when she is winter.

Just to announce that I am in the process of completing a new paperback book collection of all new poems. This collection will be my first self-published book, published using kindle self publisher and marketed through Amazon. I will let you know when it is available to buy and include a link on this site when it is ready.

Very best, Alan

 

Madrid poems

 I have made an ebook of some of the poems occasioned by my many visits to the vibrant city of Madrid.

A city I love being in, with great people, great art, great buildings, and wonderful parks.

I hope that readers will enjoy this.

POEMS for the NHS reformatted into ebook.

 Just a note to say that poet Matt Barnard has contacted me to let me know that the Onslaught Press Anthology Poems for the NHS is being converted into an ebook. It has been made free / as cheap as possible, and readers are encouraged to donate to NHS Charities Together via a link on the site.

Hoping that this a success.

The ebook is available from Amazon.

I have two poems in the anthology. 

 

5 POEMS Book 5 launched.

 

I have completed the last of my practise ebooks series '5 POEMS', that offer a bite sized taster of my poetry. 

Hoping that readers like these, and that they generate interest in the 4 full sized collections available to purchase from the publisher -The Onslaught Press, Amazon, Bookshops and other retailers.

These are :

 The Lost Box of Eyes

 

ident

 

tommorow is the tugboat of today

 

sound about hot

 

 Best Regards,

 

Alan John Stubbs

 

 

 

 

5 POEMS a series of taster books of 5 Poems by Alan John Stubbs

Announcing the publication of a series of Kindle ebooks available to buy on amazon as a taster, in small bites, of my poems.  

 

The books published todate are :

 

5 POEMS Book 1                available here     5 POEMS

 

5 POEMS Book 2                available here    5 POEMS 2

 

5 POEMS Book 3                available here     5 POEMS Book 3

 

5 POEMS Book 4                available here    5 POEMS Book 4

 

If you would like to try my poems before investing in one of my 4 poetry collections please consider trying one of these.

 

 

 

One of my favourite poems from the collection sound about hot

Scan.

Is the black an atmosphere, or mud-flats, or fluid?
White body? The white
appears intact inside of the sound
                                        of itself,
a heart is beating loosed
                within pale overarchings,
—a bud yearning to spring open
whatever lock restrains
so that what was a chamber of stillness
breaks to be released,
                reaches.
Is it weightless?
                Aware of its own weightlessness?
I am anxious of the unknown, for it,
its diaphragm rises and falls and rises in
‘practise breaths’
the Midwife says, as she measures and listens
                                                —and we all listen
to blood’s flow through arteries and veins.
This is the cord in section,
                        a section through the cord.
Why then does this machine not show it
reaching out and running like a cable should
and plugging in shocking us deep beneath our skin.
This is the landscape of the nose, the open
mouth. I remember
hearing memory begins
when words are used for things.

Alan John Stubbs.

a poem from the collection tomorrow is the tugboat of today.

 

Dream

 

 

When I realised she was made of ash

and all of the talking, talking, talking. Not

 

 

the ash that consolidates about a sapling

but what remains after a fierce conflagration.

A black and grey ash that disperses

eventually breaking to a dust, rather than

the rich blood ash that burnt peat becomes.

 

 

 

When I realised she was made of ash

and waiting, waiting, waiting for some

 

 

words to stop her from breaking, I was

afraid that a touch would dry the river

or raise a flood, and understood that her

words would be a wind to raise the good

earth from the charred bones of the land.

a poem from the collection tomorrow is the tugboat of today.

 

Like an anchor

 

 

holds close to the shore

it used to be a wise sailor

would tend a crow,

keeping it close

on a long journey, so

that lost he might throw it

up out of the nest

to soar high above

the clouds and see

a line they could follow

to safe land

 

 

and tomorrow.....