I have a new collection of poetry out on the 1st April: Less. The blurb:
Less (adv.) a smaller amount (of)
In this, Ian Gouge’s eleventh collection of poetry, “less” is characterised by absence: of love, of money, of understanding, and of life. We are exposed — on occasion brutally — to an experience of the world which is seldom what we would wish it to be.
Our options were infinite a lifetime ago
a mouth-watering cascade of things to try
(from "They've taken down the signs for lunch")
facts evaporate under a microscope
if its lenses are looked through
with the eye that’s always closed
(from "A Question of Honesty")
in the palace of politics
fear spills soundbites
from the guts of common sense
translated into a language
we pretend we understand
(from "Collateral Damage")
Ian Gouge - Writer 