The Octopig and 59 Worse Poems
I used to write a lot of poetry, mainly aimed at people who didn't like poetry. I was pretty good at it, but around the time friends of mine started getting book deals and doing really well I got a bit embarrassed by it – every so often, among the funny poems about monsters and food, there were one or two awkwardly heartfelt, angst-fuelled ones. I've still got them all tucked away digitally somewhere, and at some point might find something to do with them, but until that day they just exist in the form of this as-cheap-as-they-let-me-make-it Kindle book, which to be entirely honest I only did because my CV was very bare at the time. If you want it, email me and I'll send you it – don't waste your money. I've never seen a penny from it and doubt I ever will.
The Octopig on Amazon