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October 14, 2016
Monster Poetry Writing Competition
Candy Korman, of Candy’s Monsters is running a poetry competition. The competition closes at the end of October. anyone interested in entering can either post their entry in the comments section or email Candy directly. All entries must have a monster theme. For details of the competition please see http://www.candysmonsters.com/poetry-me/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+CandysMonsters+%28Candy%27s+Monsters%29
Canute: Using Braille to make ‘Kindles’ for blind people…
As someone who lost the majority of their vision at approximately 18-months-old (I am registered blind), I welcome this invention. My thanks to Chris the Story Reading Ape for drawing my attention to this interesting article.
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog
Canute is tackling the decline in Braille literacy – and everyone should care.
Being able to read is one of the most precious of skills: Books free the imagination and inspire crea...
October 13, 2016
Eadweard – A Story Of 1066 by Victoria (Tori) Zigler
Title: Eadweard – A Story Of 1066
Author: Victoria Zigler
Release date: 14th October 2016
Book description:
“It’s October 14th 1066, and King Harold’s Saxon army is about to go in to battle against Duke William’s invading Norman army. Among the ranks of the Saxons are two boys who shouldn’t be there: Eadweard, and his best friend, Cerdic.
Daydreams of becoming great war heroes had the boys convinced to disobey their Fathers and go to war, despite the possibility of punishment if they were cau...
A Short Analysis of T. S. Eliot’s ‘The Burial of the Dead’
A reading of the first part of The Waste Land
‘The Burial of the Dead’ is the first of five sections that make up The Waste Land (1922), T. S. Eliot’s landmark modernist poem. What follows is a short analysis of this opening section, with the most curious and interesting aspects of Eliot’s poem highlighted. You can read ‘The Burial of the Dead’ here. What we intend to do is provide a brief summary of what happens in ‘The Burial of the Dead’, but we’ll stop and analyse...
October 12, 2016
There Was A Young Man Called Judd
There was a young man called Judd
Who married a girl called Rudd.
They where happy together
In all kinds of weather
And particularly relished the mudd!
Crack
Wrap
music. Crack,
Discordant sound.
Young men who think they have something profound
To express
Impress
Girls near cracking point.
Lyrics disjoint.
I don’t see the point
But then I am from the right side of the street
And do not meet
Those who make up for what they lack
With Crack.
Hard men
Go down when
Those with faster toys
Mow down boys.
A crack
And all goes black
For one who once did wrap.
I am of a certain background
And have nothing profound
To say
As I overhear a girl who does wrap...
October 11, 2016
Black Ice
2 Cars in search of a crash
Jump red lights
On nights,
When black ice
Holds the heart in a vice-like grip.
Girls trip
By
On heels to high
For walking.
Tongues are talking,
“They are prisoners of their own making”.
Much head shaking.
Vehicles collide and slide
Down the embankment towards the river of unmindfulness
Where those who drink
Into forgetfulness sink
And remember not
That it is their lot
To constantly pay
the ferryman Who carries their soul away.
October 9, 2016
It Catchs Up With You
It catches up with you, in the end,
Although its easy to pretend
That the late nights
And fights
With an unknown friend
Under the sheet
Will not defeat
Roistering youth.
The truth
Oft creeps
Up on a man as he sleeps.
Or when, on seeing nature’s beauty he weeps
Over something irredeemably lost,
And counts the cost for a while,
Then with a weary smile
Returns to the merry-go-round
Which will spin him round, and round and round
October 8, 2016
Cheshire Cat
My finger lingers
Over the delete button.
One little caress, a mere press
And the process
Will be complete.
The call button.
Am I a glutton
For the fire
With a desire
To burn on a pyre
Of my own making?
Heads shaking
I see
Telling me
I need to be free
Of thee.
One final spree
For you and me?
I imagine the glee
In your eyes
Where no pitty lies.
The smile
Of the Cheshire cat vanishes while
Only a thin lipped grin
Of distaine remains.
