Misty Love is nearly here. After years of writing, revising, and quietly nurturing four novels, my debut is finally on its way. Misty Love will be the first to step into the light—due out in the coming months, as we cross into 2026. It’s been a year of ups and downs, but I’ve found realContinue reading “Next year they shall shine”
Author Archives: xspencepoetry
We Were Once Enough
That photo of me, I found today. I hadn’t seen it for years. I remember why I smiled, I remember the shirt, the day I bought it, and why. I thought it suited me. So did she. That’s why she took the picture. “Try it on,” she said, almost begged, as she held it againstContinue reading “We Were Once Enough”
Five Stars and the Moon
“One star’s not enough for someone as wonderful as you, so I wish you five stars and the moon.” The auditorium was already half full when I arrived. Velvet seats, dimmed chandeliers, the low murmur of strangers settling in. Programs rustled like leaves. A cough here, a laugh there. The kind of crowd that believedContinue reading “Five Stars and the Moon”
Super Duper Book Deal
The Deal of the Decade (Apparently) Turns out the management at Amazon have hearts after all.They’re offering my debut poetry collection, All My Love XXX, in first edition paperback for just £3.70. That’s 43% off—a steal by any metric, unless your metric is emotional damage, in which case… it’s still a steal, just with receipts.Continue reading “Super Duper Book Deal”
How Dare He
How dare he. How dare he. How dare he take my favourite song, Act like he can change the tone. * How can he take A private midnight conversation And sing it to the whole world— Shouting from the rooftops? * How dare he take Something so private, so personal, Bring in the strings AndContinue reading “How Dare He”
Journal Entry – Final Night
A would-be champion reflects. Flash fiction by Rob Spencer What do you carry when you’ve lost eight finals? For one would-be champion, it’s not the absence of a trophy—it’s the presence of something far heavier: belief, defiance, and the quiet ache of choosing meaning over medals. In this intimate reflection, resilience speaks louder than applause.Continue reading “Journal Entry – Final Night”
Always
We felt we had all the time in the world. But fate is never that kind. All that’s left are the memories that creep up on me, and the road behind me unwinds. * I know I need to look ahead, for that’s the only way I can go. But forgive me, if I lookContinue reading “Always”
Story time
Why not grab a cuppa and read a good story. I am sharing my stories via medium. Link below. https://medium.com/@rspencer276
What Now?
I sit alone in this one room flat Wondering about this and that A lifetime has gone by, the years have passed with lies I didn’t make it, but I tried * Love has come and gone And I was often told I wasn’t enough It’s not been fair, but It’s be rough Another dayContinue reading “What Now?”
Kippers On The Stove
The milk is almost empty Couple of kippers on the stove Kettle boiling Don’t know which way to go * It’s seems it’s been like this forever But it wasn’t always so Bright lights shined once Now they flicker and dimly glow * My phone barely rings Just cold calls i don’t know Match theContinue reading “Kippers On The Stove”
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