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July 12, 2020

The Suspect and other tales

My book ‘The Suspect and other tales’ will be available for free from the 14th July – 18th July 2020.


Book Description:


Tales of the unexpected, ranging from stories of crime and vengeance through to ghostly happenings in an ancient mansion.



 

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Published on July 12, 2020 05:09

‘Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems’ posts on Instagram

I have just uploaded four posts to Instagram of my book ‘Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems’. The photographs show me holding the print and Braille editions of my book, whilst others show me stroking my dog, Trigger.














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A photo of Kevin Morris holding a Braille copy of his new book ‘Light and Shade: Serious (And not so serious) poems’ #braille #author


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Published on July 12, 2020 05:01

July 11, 2020

When A Naughty Young Lady Of Bangkok

When a naughty young lady of Bangkok

Lost a brand new shoe and sock.

An elderly lady named Ann

Said, to her husband Dan,

“That is not my shoe and sock!”.

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Published on July 11, 2020 00:03

July 10, 2020

When A Young Lady Wearing No Pyjamas

When a young lady wearing no pyjamas

Said, “Sir, have you seen the bananas?”.

I said, “I must stress

That I like your undress.

But you really should wear some pyjamas!”.

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Published on July 10, 2020 06:02

There Was A Young Lady Of Leicester

There was a young lady of Leicester

Who worked as a stock market investor.

She grew rich on shares

In both apples and pears,

So I married her, posthaste, in Leicester!

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Published on July 10, 2020 05:42

Dearth

Summers grow dry.

But sceptics deny,

And welcome grapes in England’s

Once green and pleasant land.


The watering can and hosepipe

Refresh the earth

Day and night.


There is a dearth.

For, I find

Within the sceptic’s mind

A different kind,

Of drout.

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Published on July 10, 2020 00:04

July 9, 2020

When Miss Emily Wrote Wuthering Heights

When miss Emily wrote Wuthering Heights

They said, “that rhymes with tights.

A young lady named Hocking

Removed a fine, silk stocking,

As I sang, “oh sweet delights!”.

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Published on July 09, 2020 07:18

July 8, 2020

Writers and Free Speech

In “A Letter On Justice And Open Debate” https://harpers.org/a-letter-on-justice-and-open-debate/, the authors JK Rowling and Margaret Atwood (amongst many other authors and academics), speak out against what they label as “cancel culture”. They condemn the growing tendency to silence (or attempt to silence) those who express opinions which offend particular groups or individuals. And argue that the best way to deal with views with which one disagrees is by engaging in free and open debate, rath...

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Published on July 08, 2020 23:58

July 7, 2020

A Beautiful Young Lady Climbing the Stairs

A beautiful young lady climbing the stairs

Said, “I suffer from very bad nightmares”! .

I said, “my dear miss Elane,

That must cause you great pain.

Shall we dine on apples and pears?”



When a beautiful young lady climbing the stairs

Said, “I’m afflicted by the most horrible nightmares!”.

I said, “my dear miss elane,

That must cause you great pain.

And your bedroom is up these here stairs?”

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Published on July 07, 2020 23:11

I Started Early – Took My Dog, by Emily Dickinson

I have recently subscribed to the Poetry Foundation’s Audio Poem of the Day. The poem for Monday 6 July is Emily Dickinson’s “I Started Early – Took My Dog”, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/podcasts/75386/i-started-early-took-my-dog-656.


To me, Dickinson’s poem is full of erotic imagery:


“But no Man moved Me – till the Tide

Went past my simple Shoe –

And past my Apron – and my Belt

And past my Boddice – too –


And made as He would eat me up –

As wholly as a Dew

Opon a Dandelion’s Sleeve –

And ...

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Published on July 07, 2020 01:39