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March 20, 2016
Blog Post 54: THE DRAGON IS FREE Win Dragonsong on Goodreads Giveaway
Dragonsong is here, and it’s free. If you live in the UK you can enter the Goodreads giveaway to win a free copy of Dragonsong: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh... Giveaway opens 21st March, closes 29th March. If you’re not in the UK, please be patient. I will be notifying further giveaways for other countries over the […]
March 11, 2016
Blog post 54: Scheherazade Suite
Scheherazade Suite I came to the University of the Universe. I came to the place of words seeking sustenance for my soul. A decade of drought had parched the vapid landscape. The famine was familial, the ennui unending. Nurturing had been neglected. […]
March 6, 2016
Blog Post 53 The Weeping Tree
I don’t really pay much attention to dreams. To someone like me the world is as it seems. But what I dreamed last night – it caused me to wake, left me soaking in sweat, made my whole body shake. I was walking […]
February 21, 2016
Blog Post 52 – One More Time: Final Part
Continued from Part 2 Maria groaned. “But we’ve done four times this weekend already! And anyway Jurassic is far too dangerous, and we haven’t filed a flight plan and…” Her voice was drowned by a well honed grizzle from the back seat. “Mummieeeeee! Daddy promised. I want to do one more time […]
February 16, 2016
Blog Post 51: One More Time – Part 2
Continued from Part 1 On the other hand, option B was to cave in with all the moral fortitude of melting jelly and grant his daughter the request for “one more time”. In this case he would lose about an hour of his evening. But with a bit of luck Jasmine might go […]
February 14, 2016
Blog Post 50: One More Time – Part 1
“Oh pleeezzzeeee! Daddy pleeeezzzeee! Can’t we do just one more time? Just one more before we go home.” Seven year old Jasmine’s incisive voice managed yet again to resonate through the vehicle in inverse proportion to her size and age. Donald Cunningham was tired. The family had been visiting all weekend […]
February 7, 2016
The Poet That Ran Out Of Rhyme
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 […]
On Dining Chairs and Rocking Chairs
You take the pine dining suite; the chairs are rickety, almost gone. They are nearly as old as our love. We bought them the year our first child was born. I shall compensate myself with the sofa from the lounge – the one we bought twelve years ago, […]
Before Abraham
I am darkness I am light burning day and blackened night. I am laughter I am pain I am sunshine I am rain. I am force unleashed in power, I am the Tao within the flower. I am spirit, I am essence, solid rock and effervescence, unbound strength and burning fire, satiate, yet […]
Asphyxiation
Asphyxiation He is sitting in a small study, facing a window that stares out over terracotta rooftops to the foliage beyond, which even now is sliding into the chaotic dilapidation of autumn. Lost, somewhere amongst the unmapped mountain ranges of his mind, occasionally he stumbles on a single thought that […]
