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How YOU can invest in Authors and Books …

Books: Publishing, Reading, Writing

WITHOUT spending any money!

I know, I know … finding the money to support authors by buying their books is not always easy. I have a hard time in that department myself.

However, there are many ways that Readers can help Authors of books they’ve already read and enjoyed. These ideas are every bit as valuable to Authors as actual sales can be – and they will cost you absolutely nothing to do. They just require an investment of your TIME, and your ENTHUSIASM...

Are You Still Writing?

Are you still writing? I have lost count of the number of occasions on which this question has been asked of me.

My response to anyone posing the above question is always an emphatic “yes”. For me writing is an integral part of who I am. It constitutes self-expression. I could no more give up composing poetry than I could abandon an old and dear friend. At times friends can be irritating. We disagree and even argue, but true friendship survives such disagreements. Likewise, with my writing I...

There Was A Young Man Named Nile

There was a young man named Nile
Who kept a crocodile.
Nile vanished last December
O how well I remember
The smile of that crocodile …

How to Survive Two Weeks Without TV or Internet When You Uproot Your Life to Move to a New City for a Job Opportunity…

Amusing and o so tru

Lovely Curses

Step 1. Pick up a book.

Step 2. Read the book.

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There Was A Young Lady Named Suzette

There was a young lady named Suzette
With whom I made a bet.
We went for a ramble
And I took a gamble.
Now I very much regret …”.

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There was a young lady named Suzette
Who took her beast to the vet.
The vet (who was called Mole)
Said “upon my soul
That is a very strange pet!”.

Nameless Numbers

Nameless numbers,
And unquiet slumbers
His heart
Encumbers.
So he does set
Each regret
Down in art.

Each forgotten face.
The silk,
The lace.
He does hide
Inside
A rhyme,
Where the good time
Girl who
Never was … Lost her shoe

Galaxies Between Snowflakes

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The snowflakes fall,

And she steps between them,

Finding galaxies in gaps,

Hoping for the magic to touch her.

Because what’s the point,

Of finding the words,

If life doesn’t, hasn’t touched you?

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There Was A Young Lady From Calcutta

There was a young lady from Calcutta
Who ate nothing but butter.
She married an Englishman named Hogg,
Who owned a large dog.
And the dog stole all the butter!

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There was a young lady from Calcutta
Who ate nothing but butter.
She married an Englishman named Hogg
And they bought a large dog,
Who was extremely fond of the gutter …

There Once Was A Philosopher Named Voltaire

There once was a philosopher named Voltaire
Who owned a large pet bear.
It’s name was Pangloss
And I am at a loss
As to why he owned that bear!

A Forsaken Garden By A C Swinburne

I love the musicality and sadness of this poem.

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I first came across Swinburne’s “A Forsaken Garden” while listening to BBC Radio 4’s Poetry Please! It is one of those poems to which I return frequently and lines from which pop unbidden into my head

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In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,

At the sea-down’s edge between windward and lee,

Walled round with rocks as an inland island,

The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.

A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses

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