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March 5, 2016
Birds
I have always felt an afinity with birds.
Birds singing bringing to mind you, their song tearing my heart in two. Birdsong expressing what I can not express, my inadequate thoughts on life and death. Unaware of their own mortality, birds sing wild and free.
3-D: A Party for the Story Reading
Hello everyone. The Four Naughty Chimps are back and it’s time to get jiggy! None other than the one and only Chris Graham, better known to you asThe Story Reading Ape, is here today. And I’ve decided to throw him a party. Woot!
Chris/Ape is such a multi-talented individual, making book cover designsandpromo trailers. Not to mention his tireless promotion of Indie authors. I’m going to start this party by showing you a sample of something new he’s doing— 3-D images ofbook cov...
March 4, 2016
Wolves
A lone wolf
At the edge of the pack
Feels no lack
Of comrades true
For through
The clouds his friend,the moon, breaks.
He howls and wwakes
The ancient fear
In those dwelling near.
The hunter his gun aims.
The wolf’s brains
Explode.
There is no need to reload.
Taking up the body of his friend
He glances at the clouds which portend
A storm.
The sky so dark and forlorn.
Alone
At home
He sits
And strips
The carcass bare.
The pack neither know nor care
About the hunter’s prey.
They will commune
...
March 3, 2016
‘Albatross’ – Extract 4
The thirdextract from my book ‘Albatross – the scent of honeysuckle’, recently published on Amazon. The link to Extract 1, for those who want to catch up is – https://besonian.wordpress.com/2016/01/18/albatross-extract-1/
10.
‘Darling Ellen,
Hello.’
Just ‘Hello’? I’ve dropped out of her life. And all I say is ‘Hello’? What else should I say? – ‘Good morning’? It might not be morning when she reads it. If ever I send it. ‘Good day’? But I don’t ever say, ‘Good day’. I don’t say, ‘Hi’...
“Dreadfully Drained” By Jayne King
I am pleased to publish the below poem, “Dreadfully Drained” by Jayne King. For Jayne’s poem, “Sleepless 1 and 2” please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2016/01/30/sleepless-1-and-2-by-jayne-king/.
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On the sofa I’m falling asleep,
But in bed I lay awake.
Why this bizarre occurance?
Life’s no piece of cake.
Work is so draining,
Everyone wants a piece of me.
I’m merely human, you know?
Why can’t they just let me be?
This can’t be all to life,
Please, someone tell me there’s more.
People are...
March 2, 2016
Dream
Once, as a child I grasped a thing in dream.
It did seem
That if I held it tight
This object of delight
Could be retained beyond the night.
On awaking, I put away my dream in a drawer
And can find it no more.
Where it did go
I do not know.
Yet I think of it from time to time
And lose myself in rhyme.
March 1, 2016
Read An Ebook Week 2016
It’s next week! Discounted and free ebooks available on Smashwords March 6-12th. Here is a chance to add to your virtual pile of Books To Be Read.
Army Days (Humour)
My old friend, Jeff Grant told me the following story about his time in the army.
… “Reminds me of a story that went around in the army. The army weren’t exactly noted for the depth and rigour of their educational classes. But we had one
once a week in basic training. i can remember nothing whatever about it except this story that went the rounds. A squad of raw recruits were taken by their
NCO to their education class. He told them, as he left – “You’re going to get a lecture on Keats this...
Marianne Eloise – Poet Interview
A good interview. I agree with Mariane, one can not rely on poetry to pay the bills. Kevin
Marianne Eloise
‘Cactus’
Today we welcome Marianne Eloise to the Muse Shack. I found her debut poetry ‘Cactus’ enlightening, current, challenging and entertaining. It awoke in me, a fellow mover of places, some of the emotions and feelings of the author. I recommend this volume to all readers
Bio: Marianne Eloise is a UK-based writer, academic and journalist who works in the media. She lo...
Fleecem and Proper
Said store owner Fleecem, to his assistant Proper
This metal here, it is but copper
But to the unwary shopper
‘Twill pass for gold
Let us be bold
And fleece ‘Em proper”!
But old Bill
The local copper
Nabbed those two, Fleecem and Proper!
