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Poetry publishing and Kindle eBooks

It is a niche market, and one in which design and layout really do matter. Specialist publishers might publish you if you have a track record in magazines, journals or with pamphlets. Is your work good enough to publish? If you are confident and have the support and acknowledgement of other writers, well, you have to start somewhere! It is a lot of hassle and work to turn your poems into a well-presented volume, and it can seem expensive. We can share that cost by sharing the returns, and by working together increase your readership.

A new option for you is Kindle and eBook editions. As with any book, you can increase your returns on the cost of conversion, but in the case of poetry, working with the ‘flexible page’ presents particular challenges for the publisher as well as the reader. But it is a growing medium that you should consider.

I write poetry too, and am a member of the Poetry Society. I hope I understand your feelings about your work and how it should be presented.

Here is an example of mine that won the Shoreham Wordfest prize in 2011:

Remembered large

Sun in a garden. Small –
remembered large. Deckchairs
and a rug – a tent that made itself.

And the slow cadenza of a hand mower
taken for a stroll in a garden up the road.
Dressed into a perfect afternoon
by casual cricket calls on the wireless:
willow, leather, lazy commentary.
Curled in a hazy-coloured shade
beneath our father’s snores.

These afternoons aren’t in a history;
they happened without beginnings
and ended with tomatoes for tea
that somehow ripened into stories
with pictures, at bedtime, curtains still bright.
We were the ones who didn’t read the paper
or tune the radio, mow or make meals.

We were soaking up life slowly, richly,
preparing for the time when deckchairs
old and mouldy became last leavers from this house.
Mowers, rusty past time itself, hiding
in webs from a sun that now reminds us
what we reap; its heat becoming unbearable
for a small world, remembered large.

Who remembers deckchairs at home,
when patio sets and heaters bring elegance
with friends – as we sit out of season
sharing acquisitions and expenditures,
politics and global trends, called
in an instant by tone, tune or touch to
reply with thumbs as large as the world.

And now we’re reaching our history,
new beginnings of ends, the present
prepared already for museums where
reminders of old rhythms are removed
to make space for our dependent things
too complex for our fragile futures –
too small, remembered large.

© Andie Davidson 2011