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January 28, 2017

K Morris reading his poem ‘Feet of Clay’.

The inspiration for this poem was Hamlet’s remark: ‘We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us’ (Act 3, Scene 1).

 

 


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Published on January 28, 2017 12:29

K Morris reading his poem ‘May’.

May is an ancient pagan festival which witnesses men and women dancing around the maypole.


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Published on January 28, 2017 12:24

K Morris reading his poem ‘Death is Dead’.

What if we finally conquer death, and he is no more?


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Published on January 28, 2017 12:13

K Morris reading his poem ‘No Alarm’.

Going to bed at night, we assume that will be awakened by our alarm next morning. But…


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Published on January 28, 2017 12:08

K Morris reading his poem ‘Milk’.

We continue to go about our hum-drum lives while others are suffering loss.


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Published on January 28, 2017 12:03

K Morris reading his poem ‘Circles’.

The debate surrounding sex work/prostitution appears to go around in circles, with one side blaming the sex bias, and saying that they should be fined or imprisoned, while the other argues that the state/society has no business interfering in what occurs between consenting adults. Often, it seems that neither side is listening to the other, while client and sex worker continue in their age-old roles.

 


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Published on January 28, 2017 11:58

K Morris reading his poem ‘Owl’.

I’ve always felt an affinity with owls. My home is close to a historic park in Upper Norwood (a suburb of Greater London). From time to time, I hear the owls’ eerie cry, which brings to mind thoughts of my own mortality, coupled with the death of King Duncan in Macbeth.

 


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Published on January 28, 2017 11:52

Shadows

Many thanks to Pax Et Dolor Magazine for publishing my poem Shadows.

Pax Et Dolor Magazine

By:- Kevin Morris

On such a day, when the winter sun
Casts my shadow upon yonder wall,
It is difficult to recall
That all
This will, one day be done.

In future will some other one, sitting here, and seeing their shadow fall
Upon this self-same wall,
Know that they may not forestall
The night
When dancing shadows are, forever lost from sight.

Note: The copyrights on the article belong to the author. The...

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Published on January 28, 2017 01:17

Your content is being archived

Did you know that your site (well a snapshot of it’s contents) may well be preserved for posterity? This remains the case even if you decide to delete your blog and/or website. Anyone interested in exploring what information is held about their site can visit https://archive.org/ and search for archived material pertaining to their blog.
https://archive.org/ is not a substitute for backing up your website (it only collects snapshots of a website’s contents). It does, however offer a fascinati...

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Published on January 28, 2017 00:57

The importance of the “About” page

On visiting a blog for the first time, I frequently click on the “About” page. I have lost count of the number of occasions when I have been greeted with the following words:
“This is an example of a page …”.
It is, of course entirely a matter for each site owner to determine what is displayed on their pages. It is, however disappointing for a potential follower to click on a blog only to find that the “About” page still carries the standard wording provided by WordPress.
I understand that pe...

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Published on January 28, 2017 00:04