Hang on to your hats, my reading several, for I have more news of published work. It’s like buses, isn’t it? Except it’s cheaper. And less smelly. And is unlikely to take you where you want to go.

My short poem — Everything I Touch — went live over on Everyday Poets in the wee hours of this morning. EDP is one of my favourite sites simply because of the variety on offer. You really don’t know what you’re going to get from one day to the next, whether that be something in rhyming couplets, a sonnet, a sestina or something in between.

Which is probably why Everything I Touch found its home there. If you read the poem, you should know that I’m aware of all the repetition. It’s the repetition — or refrains if we want to get all French about it — that marks this out as being a triolet, a form I wasn’t familiar with until about half an hour before I wrote it, during the summer of 2010.

Fact fans may be interested, or at least not entirely disinterested to know that it was penned the day after my “homage” to Edgar Allan Poe — a little something called Nevermore — which was also picked up by EDP. If I’m honest, while I’m pretty proud of it, Nevermore was an absolute nightmare to write. I went into it with grand plans to tell my story over the same eighteen stanzas that Poe took to tell The Raven, but chickened out after eight. There really are only so many words that rhyme with door.

After the complexities of Nevermore, I remember being relieved that Everything I Touch was so straightforward in comparison; it’s a mere eight lines, tells a very simple story, and the refrains almost felt like cheating. But for whatever reason it was one of those pieces that got forgotten almost as soon as it was written. If I remember correctly, I was in the midst of a seven week, 60,000 word novella binge at that time, which may go someway to explaining how it slipped through the cracks. I rediscovered it last November, thought it was okay, and a few weeks later, EDP agreed.

So there you go. Two publications in two days. It would be unthinkable to get a hat-trick, wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it?

You can read and comment and vote, would you believe, on Everything I Touch here: