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August 29, 2016
A review of my book, “Refractions”
I was delighted to receive the below review for my recently released collection of poetry, “Refractions”:“To be able to capture the world with words that allow another to experience the inspiration that created the poem, is a true talent. K. Morris has suchtalent.
His poetry has an artistic quality that keeps you going back for more long after the first read. You would not know that he is blind, as his wordsshow you what he sees, with his heart. His imagination, wisdom, sense of humor and ap...
August 28, 2016
Why I Prefer “Real” Books
Some good arguments in support of physical books over their ebook cousins. As someone who is registered blind and unable to read print, I value electronic books as the text to speech facility on my Kindle enables me to have a book (which I would otherwise be unable to read) read aloud to me. While I can read braille and value the hard copy braille books I own, it takes up much greater amounts of shelf space when compared to it’s hard copy (print) counterpart. In addition only a fraction of th...
My latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” is available to purchase in the Amazon Kindle store
I am pleased to announce that my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” is available to purchase in the Kindle store. To read a free sample of “Refractions”, or to buy the book, please visit Amazon HERE (for the UK) and HERE (for the US).
The book description for “Refractions reads as follows:
“The poet may redact
The light that through his poem does refract.
But the reader will therein construe
That she believes to be true”.
Light refracts causing confusion as to where it is going in th...
There Was A Young Man Called Bill
There was a young man called Bill
Who took the wrong kind of pill.
He saw a mouse
As big as a house.
It made him extremely ill!
August 27, 2016
One Day
One day all writers go
To a great library
Where all is dark
Books are unused
And silence pervades
“Autumnal” by Ernest Christopher Dowson
Yesterday evening, I sat in my living room leafing through “The New Oxford Book of English Verse”. Pausing at Keats, I read several of his poems, the last one among them being “Autumn”. “Autumn” is one of those poems which refreshes the jaded soul and causes the reader to gasp in wonder at the sheer beauty of the poet’s creation.
Having read Keats, I was minded to reproduce “Autumn” on this site. However “Autumn” is well known and rather than quote a much loved and well known poem, I have cho...
Lightning
Waiting for the lightning to rend
These troubled skies and send
A bolt to tear apart
This artificial heart.
August 26, 2016
Grumpy Interview
An amusing interview with Lucy Brazier, the creator of “Secret Diary of Portergirl”.
Kevin
I wasn’t my usual chipper self when giving this interview, and when I received the notes back I realised that I sound like a proper arsey little madam!
Looking pretty arsey here.
1. I was surprised when you told me that Porters in a College don’t actually carry any bags for anyone. They simply guard the keys.
Portering is far more than just guarding keys, I assure you! The...
August 25, 2016
Nostalgia
In a recent article in The Daily Mail, entitled “Forget the Age of Plenty, We Were Happier in the 1700’s” (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3756368/Forget-age-plenty-happier-1700s-Briton-s-content-life-era-slums-gin-mothers-workhouses-today.html), it is reported that research shows the 18th century was the period in which people were happiest, despite the grinding poverty in which much of the population lived.
The above article reminded me of a comment made by a reviewer of my collecti...
Tao at Dusk
Look , but be totally still.
Three dark ants navigate through
a maze of August-dried needles
without an apparent purposeful goal
to the eyes of the old woman watching.
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