Michael Forester's Blog, page 6
August 18, 2016
Taking Refuge
Here ends the life of a victim washed up on an English shore. Placed two million and nine he stood in a line and behind him stood two million more. He had run through the ruins of Mosul With his wife from Allepo they fled. Through mine fields and shell holes and barefoot […]
August 13, 2016
Blogpost 76: Day in the life
It’s not all writing. We wouldn’t want it to be. Today we are visiting independent bookshops with a view to arranging signings. So on one of the hottest day of the year to date we head out to Wimborne and Gulliver’s Bookshop where a very pleasant young-lady-manager explains that they don’t do signings at Gullivers […]
August 11, 2016
Goodreads Giveaway: If It Wasn’t For That Dog
If you live in the UK…Enter the Goodreads giveaway for If It Wasn’t For That Dog at: http://tiny.cc/176udy
August 7, 2016
Blogpost 75: Return of the Shadowman
I wake with a picture in my mind. It takes a moment to realise it’s the old dismantled Brockenhurst to Ringwood railway line at Longslade Bottom. This is the first morning after the implant operation that I’ve felt fit enough to take a decent walk and I’m filled with the urge to go there. So […]
July 17, 2016
Public Communiqué Number 5: Dragon Breeding Season
As we approach the Dragon breeding season there are a number of important pieces of advice the Dragon Conservation Society wishes to offer to the public. 1 Dragon Mating Should you look out of the aircraft window on the way to your fortnight in Tourmalines this summer and see a […]
July 10, 2016
Blogpost 72: Entertaining Angels
Does God have a sense of humour? You may think there are more important matters to consider in a world of turmoil and uncertainty. I’m not so sure. Yesterday I visited an apartment I’m about to rent out to tenants. I wanted to make sure I was giving them the correct set of keys (Wot […]
July 2, 2016
The Well Meaning
The Well Meaning We had other things we shared: a conspiratorial eye; the fantasised axioms of unassailable certainty. The world’s an easy place to change, when fettered only by caution, embalmed in an all too comfortable sufficiency. So we took no prisoners; slaughtered the guileless shibboleths of the acquiescent, left our boot […]
Peak Oil
Peak Oil Have you not heard? The pen is mightier than the sword, they say, mightier, sharper, dissevering deep between a mortal’s spirit and his soul. How swiftly the embodied shed their glorious clouds, those wispy trails of echoed godliness, only to see them blown away upon the troposphere where Decima writes the […]
Poets Die Young
Poets Die Young In case I die too fast of this sad wound, thought light it seems to be, take note that I refuse to let this mortal flesh rest silent in a graveyard row with countless other men. For men may rather count on me to rage and row as if appointed spokesman […]
Blogpost71: Poets Die Young
Poets Die Young In case I die too fast of this sad wound, thought light it seems to be, take note that I refuse to let this mortal flesh rest silent in a graveyard row with countless other men. For men may rather count on me to rage and row as if appointed […]
