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Blogpost 18 Summer’s Over – Final Part

“You’re here early,” I said “Well you know why, don’t you?” “Why?” I replied, trying to look innocent. “Can’t sleep, can I?” she said grumpily. “Desperate to hear the end of the story I asked?” She looked at me sardonically. “Just get on with it will ya?”   Summer’s Over – The Final Part   […]

Blogpost 17: Summer’s Over Part 2

“I’m enjoying this,” she said. I waited expecting some sort of sting in the tail. It didn’t come. Perhaps she’s softening, I thought. “I especially liked the bit about the ruby fairies,” she said. “Really?”  I replied. “I can’t imagine why.” She hovered judgmentally above my nose. The she settled on the desk in front […]

Blogpost 16: Summer’s Over

“So this sneak preview,” she said. “Uh huh.” “Tell me about it.” “It’s called Summer’s Over, I answered. “It’s about the end of a relationship.” She nodded, in an understanding, honourable kind of way. “Show me, she said.”   Summer’s Over It’s over. Summer, I mean.  But so is the relationship that we have known, […]

The Power Giver

“What do you crave most at this moment?” I ask, my voice barely audible in the falling twilight. The Returner stands before me, dishevelled, weary. His long grey beard is unkempt, his hands are callused from a lifetime of physical labour. He looks at me momentarily, considering his answer carefully.  “Power,” he replies, making no […]

The Poet That Ran Out Of Rhyme

There’s a metaphor just beyond reaching An intuitive je ne sais quoi It’s a wave that was all set for beaching that dispersed in a dearth of sangfroid.   It’s a mirror that gives no reflection Like a clock’s hands too tired to turn It’s a teacher that gives no correction It’s our passion too […]

The Token

August 5th, 5.00 am I hold myself in that delicious state between sleep and wakefulness. With eyes closed I look around the room. I need no sight to see the silhouettes of familiar furniture, expectant and soulless. I am aware again of the sensation of deep relaxation spread throughout my body, which shortly will flee […]

Investor’s Rap

Well people are saying I’m past my prime Cos I put all my money down on sub prime Pyramid selling is real sublime So don’t counsel caution cos you’re wastin’ my time! Well I wouldn’t say that I’m too trustin’ but the gold coins you sold me, well they’re all rustin.’ Blue Horseshoe loves Bitcoin […]

Blogpost 15 In Which she interviews me about my books

“I want you to tell people more about your writing in this post,” she said. “Let’s start with your past publications. “You mean ‘If It Wasn’t For that dog?’” I asked. “Yes, that, but first go back further. Tell me about Going for Growth.” “Oh, you mean the business books. Well, when I was writing […]

Blogpost 14 On Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungon

There was a long silence.  Then she backed off to a more conversational distance, rolled her shoulders and continued as if nothing happened. “Let’s get back to this novel of yours. You say it’s called ‘Vicious.’ “Yes, I said. It’s being showcased right now at The Literary Consultancy. Look: https://literaryconsultancy.co.uk/tal... “Most intriguing,” she said. “They’re extremely […]

Blogpost 13: On cockroaches and fairy cakes

“Hi you! I’ve been baking,” she said brightly. “Really?” I said. “You’ve been having more fun than me then.” “Yes,” she said puffing herself up. I’ve been watching that programme on TV. You know, ‘Bake Off’ I think it’s called. My cakes are just as good as the ones those people on the telly make, […]