Just some strings of words



Night Talks – Camping Free Verse


Let me picture silence,

By the pale moonlight.

Kissed by the breeze,

And serenaded by roos.



The Grampians Series I

The Grampians, Victoria, Australia.

Series I



Submissions Wanted

Dearest followers,

I have recently started my own website (as some may know) and want to publish as much original content as possible. I am opening my website up for submissions (poetry, short stories, photography, art, articles, any coherent rambles that don’t fit the previous categories). I will ensure that your post has all the link-backs you wish for (WordPress, Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, your own personal website, etc.) clearly displayed with your submission. I will publish selected submissions on and promote selected submissions on Twitter.


  • Absolutely NO plagiarism (I will report you and name you).
  • Nothing TOO graphic (sexual, violent, etc.). Keep it within reason/context.
  • No bigotry of any kind.
  • No spam, please.
  • It does not matter if your work is published elsewhere.

To submit:

  • Include your preferred name.
  • Include the link-backs you would like to be shown.
  • Any bio information or brief preface to your submission to be published (not required).
  • Include your submission in the body email (I will not open any attachments).
  • Title the email “UCW Submissions” (I will ignore anything not titled this).
  • Seriously no spam, please.


For those in need of a prompt for poetry/short stories, I am suggesting “The night watchman.” Use as you see fit.

I will publish those I feel are of the best quality, whether there be one or ten, or more.

Submissions for this round are open until 21/03/2016. I may make this a permanent feature in future.

In particular reference to articles and photography, there is a chance you will also be published on (with full link-backs).

Selected submissions will be notified by email. I will endeavour to reply to all submissions, as much as time allows. Please do not be offended if you do not hear anything back.

Send submissions to:
(remember to title UCW Submissions)

Thank you. I look forward to some quality and interesting material!

A. Campbell (Uncorked Words). x


Ode to a Stranger


Standing roadside on a bustling street,

I spy you from a green car,

Would you much rather be elsewhere?

So unaware of where to go next,

Do you lack my set destination?

To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure.



The Statue


And Midas made me a God,

As I fell through gilded pages.





As your blue waves swoon.


Postage Paid

Mirrors jumble the city,

I am lost.

Thirty cents, postage paid,

I am lost.

Streets mood all gritty,

I am lost.

Board the bus, I have strayed,

I am lost.

The tower shadow, she fades,

I am lost.

Signs and shapes, my tongue prayed,

I am lost.

Write to me, my pretty,

I am lost.


Photo Series: Under the Floorboards

All the curiosities unearthed from beneath old floorboards; a shoe, kittens and rats.

The Lone Shoe

A child’s dusty memory,

Hidden beneath the floor boards,

For nigh on a century.

Oh, what tales those soles record.


This was recovered beneath the floor boards of my parent’s house, as they are renovating.

Blog at

Up ↑