A blog by Nikki Dudley about the gaps in everyday life...


Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Big Green Bookshop (Wood Green) now stock Ellipsis and other books by small presses!

Hi everyone,

The lovely people over at Big Green Bookshop are now stocking books published by small presses. They are a lovely independent bookshop who are prolific on social networking and seem like a generally lovely bunch. They have started a new initiative to give small presses a bit more exposure so have opened up a whole shelf just for this purpose.

In other good news, one of those books they are now selling is Ellipsis! If you have a look in the below photo, you can see Ellipsis on the second to top shelf, looking all shiny and lovely.

So, if you like independent books and independent bookshops, I suggest you get yourself down there! And if you still haven't bought Ellipsis yet, all the more reason!

Seriously though, small presses have a hard time getting their books on the shelves at most bookshops so Big Green Bookshop are offering some great exposure and support for the little people. Please do the same if you can.

Thanks as always. Read well, my friends.

Latest poem - Stop the bus

Stop the bus

stopping the bus, don’t ask me
to lose you like the light in autumn, steadily and slowly
feeling each tone. Then. /a curtain/
The bus is going on and on and oh, don’t…
1947 will never be the same without you if you
swallow our love because nothing else sticks
in your throat.

“No, no,” you said. I laughed.

But the bus screeched at me when the phone rang rang / I ran
echoes of what we were, then, then and
the lies are coming to get us, a net that only one of us
escapes – “colours lie to me” – colours lie.

Don’t ask me to stop, the bus will run over
everything (did I love you hard? Don’t ask
Questions, question Answers, keep the ghosts
under love and key. Love me under
lonely keys [will keep them out].

Throw yourself out of my scene? Throw your shell out to
the fishes, to the fixes but/// the bug/// has wiped
Us clean, like polished nails, like polished nails we pierce
your skin. NO MORE.

The bus stopping but I
said no. I said keep your papery hand where I can see / keep your
papery heart where I can be. If my heart beats it beats me up, stop
the bus, stop the bus. Stop. The. Bus. Stop.

Doors open and chest caves. 


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