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December 16, 2015

What Would You Like to Ask Authors?

I Read Encyclopedias for Fun

Authors Answer has been going for 58 weeks now, so we’ve done 58 questions. Now it’s your chance to ask some questions. I’ve done this before and had a great response. Now I’m looking for you to step up again and ask some great new questions.

You can check the questions index page for past questions just so you don’t duplicate any. It hasn’t been updated with the last few questions, though. I must get that done.

So, since you have a few authors with varying exper...

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Published on December 16, 2015 02:05

December 15, 2015

Come The Gloom

It is too soon
For the moon
To Rise.
The prize
Is for the taking.
The wolf is not yet waking
But come the gloom
his thirst he will be slaking.


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Published on December 15, 2015 07:33

Music Is…

Writing Post Parkinson's

IMG_2063 (4)The big equalizer, sublime, ubiquitous, the only true magic, the sound of God’s presence in the universe, as silent and pervading as the music of the spheres. Beyond space and time, the circumference and the center all in one, synchronicity, every sound under the sun and then some.

Every instrument playing, every voice singing, every poem ever read, every word ever spoken is music to my ears.

Whale song on the ocean, a lone wolf howling under a full moon, cicadas on...

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Published on December 15, 2015 04:55

Same Minds Think Alike

When the clock does strike.
Joy is at an end.
She descends
To be swallowed by night


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Published on December 15, 2015 04:44

December 14, 2015

Fluorescent

When there is no night or day
Man will have lost his way.
When the harsh bulb does forever shine
And man is caught in a mesh so fine
He can not see
And believes himself free
Methinks he will have passed a line.
When the face of love
Is replaced by a glove
And lonely people
Hide in a steple
Of the mind
Humans will find
They have crossed the Rubicon
Something indefinable has gone
And the fluorescent tubes burn forever on.


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Published on December 14, 2015 23:01

“The Donor” By Stevie Turner

Stevie Turner’s new women’s fiction novel ‘The Donor’ is now published, and has a sibling rivalry / rockstar theme. Stevie usually writes about peculiar subjects that aren’t often covered by mainstream authors, and adds in a touch of humour here and there. To find out more about Stevie, please visit her website and check out her ‘About Me’ page by clicking on the link below:
http://www.stevie-turner-author.co.uk/about-me

Synopsis of The Donor:
When you know you have met the love of your life,...

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Published on December 14, 2015 13:43

Stevie interviews author/poet Kevin Morris

Many thanks to author Stevie Turner for featuring me. I very much appreciate it. Kevin

Stevie Turner, Indie Author.

I had a fantastic response last week to my interview with Chris, the Story Reading Ape. At the end of the interview I asked if any authors were interested in answering 20 of my questions, and this is how I met Kevin Morris.

Kevin Morris

Kevin is a remarkable author in that apart from his 7 published books of poetry and prose, he is also registered blind. Due to the wonders of the modern day...

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Published on December 14, 2015 03:54

December 13, 2015

Albatross – A Guest Post By Jeff Grant

I am delighted to publish the below guest post by my dear friend, Jeff Grant. I have known Jeff for some 10-11 years and have looked forward to the publication of his novel “Albatross”, which is now available as a paperback or a Kindle download. Do please check out Jeff’s book.

Kevin

‘Albatross’
the idea

One evening six years ago, in a bar in Buenos Aires in Argentina, I sat chatting with my son Alastair, a teacher of English in that city. The conversation drifted to the subject of my f...

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Published on December 13, 2015 12:58

Sitting At My Desk

Sitting at my desk
Thinking of the final rest.
No need to weep
When I take my final sleep.
I will not know
When I go
To the place where snow
Does not fall
And even the raven’s call
Can not penetrate
For beyond the eternal gate
There is neither love nor hate.


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Published on December 13, 2015 10:49

Ten To Four

It is almost dark at ten to four.
One year more
Has Almost gone.
Time with stealthy, unhurried tread, moves inexorably on.

13 December 2015.


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Published on December 13, 2015 10:19