A moon poem from Bryn

Hi everyone,

Our friend in England, BRYN STRUDWICK, is having trouble posting on my blog. Neither of us knows why he would be blocked after all these years of posting without a hitch. He’s going to try un-friending and re-friending me to see if that makes any difference. If not, we’re open to ideas from any of you tech-friends reading this. In the meantime, I’ll go on posting his poems for him to make sure you all get to see his work. When I posted my man in the moon poem, it reminded Bryn of one of his own and he’d like to share it. Enjoy.


The man in the moon came down to earth,
Though I suppose it was up for him.
He’d trained for months for this mission,
With endless hours in the gym.

Although his spaceship was heavy
And his fuel tanks had been full,
The take-off had been easy,
With no gravitational pull

The sight, looking back, had been awesome
He reported back to base,
“From way up here I am getting
An entirely new view of the place.

I can make out the Sea of Tranquillity,
Though I know it’s not really a sea.
And you’re never going to believe this,
But I think I can even see me”

He was grateful for his heat shield
As he entered the earth’s atmosphere.
And, to counter the gravitational pull,
He had to select reverse gear.

He landed, somewhat heavily,
Causing a traffic jam,
In a place called “Spaghetti Junction
In the middle of Birmingham 

As he stepped from his craft in his space suit,
He thought of something quite clever.
And radioed back to his moon base
Some words that would live forever.

“I’m the first moon man to land on earth.
Now others may follow behind.
One small step for a moon man,
A giant leap for moonkind.”

© Bryn Strudwick 2022

The word from England

Hi everyone,

Our English friend BRYN STRUDWICK, talented writer, poet, performer, and all-around fine fellow, has chipped in a poem of his own to support the one I posted a few days ago, “Have It Your Own Way,” when I lamented the lost of rules and guidelines that used to help guide us through the intricacies of our language. Bryn is involved in filming as we speak so I volunteered to post his poem where we can all enjoy it. Thank you, Bryn.


I got an English O Level
In nineteen fifty-four
But it seems that half of what I learnt
Doesn’t apply any more.

They don’t say “He and I” now
But “Me and Him” instead.
And the rule about split infinitives
Has long since been put to bed

People work to a ‘skedule’,
Though I can’t see a K
And someone called me ‘mischievious’
Just the other day.

He probably thought he’d proved his point
When I said he’d made a mess,
And pointed out there wasn’t an I
Before the O U S

I tend to favour ‘neither’
And cringe when people say ‘ neether’,
Though, according to the O.E.D.,
It can be either (or ‘eether)

Please don’t send me an invite,
I’d prefer an invitation.
And don’t ask for a consult,
Ask for a consultation.

When a man said he was six foot tall,
My misery was complete.
I said he could be one foot tall
But if he’s six, it’s feet

But I’m fighting a losing battle,
I’m swimming against the flow.
I suppose it means I’m getting old.
I’ll just have to let it go.

So I’ve bought an urban dictionary.
I’m learning the language anew.
I’m finding it quite liberating,
Just between me and you.

Bryn Strudwick has a new book out!

Hi everyone,

One of our wittiest and most frequent to share work on my blog is our British poet, Bryn Strudwick. Bryn is a man of many talents, acting among them. Some of you will remember that I recently posted a link to a film titled, “Uninspiring Moments,” in which he co-starred. Here’s that link again. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vu2CJkfqWGA&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR29USY0ijpi7paRA8TATdpgkBPCOWfddb20-NerZZ9laETlcAlPmrabi4M

Well, now we have a book of poems by Bryn and it’s called, LAUGH?…I WISH YOU WOULD, a collection of humorous verse. It is initially available as an e-book through Amazon. All the proceeds will go to the local hospice where Bryn lives in Basingstoke, England. Here is the link https://www.amazon.com/LAUGH-I-WISH-YOU-WOULD-ebook/dp/B0892LFJ69/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=bryn+strudwick&qid=1591536124&s=books&sr=1-1.

My congratulations to you, Bryn, and I’m hardly surprised by your generosity in using your writing talent to help fund hospice services in your area. So happy to have you drop over now and then to share your thoughts and latest writing efforts. Good luck with the new book!

A YouTube film featuring poet Bryn Strudwick

Hi everyone,

Most of you who read the poems posted by our Word of the Month poets are familiar with the wonderful warmth and wit of Bryn Strudwick, in England. I’ve been aware that he’s also an actor, among his many other talents, but I finally got to see some of his work. With Bryn’s permission, here’s the link to a just released film titled, “Uninspiring Moments.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vu2CJkfqWGA&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR29USY0ijpi7paRA8TATdpgkBPCOWfddb20-NerZZ9laETlcAlPmrabi4M

I enjoyed it very much and hope you’ll take some time to enjoy it too. Thank you, Bryn!

I like write days more than work days

Hi everyone,
David from 417 Magazine
Yesterday was a work day. I wrote a poem early in the morning, but mostly I attended to other duties of a writer. As you may know, I don’t have an agent and can’t articulate why other than this is the way I do it.

I found an unfinished manuscript in the files that I hadn’t touched since 2015. It’s a proposal with samples and I still like it. I submitted it to an editor I know but so far haven’t worked with.

Remember that first middle grade novel I said I was going to write, also back in 2015? I finished it and tried two houses. Both editors called it too literary. Since then I’ve had more than half a dozen readers vet it and make excellent suggestions that I’ve incorporated into the story. Yesterday I spent time checking on possible homes and queried three of them about interest in seeing it, including one of the two that turned it down the first time. I also asked an author friend what she thinks about her publisher and hope to make that a fourth possibility. If I don’t place the book during this effort, I’ll start over and make another list. I’m pleased with the story and plan to work until I find a spot somewhere. As a footnote, one of the editors I queried responded in half an hour and I sent her the script.

I sat for a while looking over a collection of poems that I think has some of my better work. The problem is that it has no “hook.” Maybe I’ll coin a new term: “If it’s hookless, it’s bookless.” Many editors these days require a connection, a reason, a tie-in to the land of school and library sales, which means there must be a strong, obvious support for school curriculum such as Common Core State Standards (CCSS). I get it but this bias can lead to good stories being left off lists because they’re guilty of only being good literature. Other publishers maintain their philosophy of publishing literature, but of course the marketing opportunities change over time. Thus you might ask me again why I remain agentless. But moving on. In this case I have two houses in mind but they both have submissions from me at the moment so I’ll wait a while longer.

I also happily greeted the news that Polemo Books is bringing out HERE WE GO: A Poetry Friday Power Book, their latest title, and I’m one of twelve poets anchoring it.here-we-go That’s great news and, as always, I’m flattered to be included in anything that Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong publish. https://www.amazon.com/HERE-WE-GO-Poetry-Friday/dp/1937057658/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1484248684&sr=8-1&keywords=here+we+go+a+poetry+friday+power+book
I used to know how to make those teeny addresses but seem to have forgotten. Soon afterward Janet sent this bulletin along: Good news! HERE WE GO is a Children’s Book Council “Hot Off the Press” selection for January 2017: http://www.cbcbooks.org/cbc_book/here-we-go-a-poetry-friday-power-book/#.WHeip3jAUrR

Next I spent some time making arrangements for an upcoming research trip to help me finish my current middle grade novel. I’ve done the story but want to visit the setting in Arizona once again to make sure I’ve nailed everything accurately. I’ll walk and visit and take pictures, then come home and put on the final shine. If I miss that window, I’m busy until mid-March. While I’m in Phoenix I will visit Burton Barr Main Library to see my poem in the sidewalk and have my picture taken with a group of youngsters who will be there. But to do that means I’ll need to drive four hours that morning after overnighting in Bisbee to meet them at 10:00 a.m. Little details like that can take time.

At 1:45 I took a break for cheese and crackers, dropped off leaves at recycling, and drove to the store for grub and grog in anticipation of the predicted ice storm. When I put away the grub, it looked just fine, but I wasn’t sure I trusted the grog. I took a wee sample to be sure and determined that there were no discernible imperfections. Satisfied, I settled back to work.

Correspondence involved a business matter and something to do with one of my favorite volunteer projects. I exchanged updates with my writing partner, Sandy Asher, on the new venture we’re exploring and sent a note to my editor at Guilford about the poetry chapter I’ve written for the latest edition of CHILDREN’S LITERATURE IN THE READING PROGRAM.

I can’t account for where the day went. I still had a lot of friends I wanted to talk to but I was out of time. It was suddenly 4:22. I had only one hour and thirty-eight minutes before 6:00, that fateful moment when my M.O.W. makes me quit playing. I had another wee sample, because of a certain lingering doubt about the first, relaxed for a few minutes enjoying the video provided by my U.K. friend, fellow poet, and frequent visitor to Word of the Month Poetry Challenge, Bryn Strudwick, (https://youtu.be/ePk3bK6oU90), and started writing a poem. Didn’t finish it, but that was yesterday. Today is a new day!
P.S. At the last minute I remembered to shave. Close call!