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Monster – My Guest Post On “Behind The White Coat”

Thank you to Victo Dolore from Behind The White Coat for publishing my poem, “Monster” which can be found by following this link, https://doctorly.wordpress.com/2015/08/29/from-the-guest-room/. Please do check out Victo’s blog.

Kevin

We Are All In The Gutter, But Some Of Us Are Looking At The Stars

I will be taking a break from blogging over the UK bank holiday weekend. I will be preparing my new collection of poetry for publication. The title is “We Are All In The Gutter, But Some Of Us Are Looking At The Stars”, which is a quote from the great Oscar Wilde. As the title suggests, the collection will be a compilation of some of my darker poetry.

On first reading, the quote is bleak. The gutter suggests the lowest point in the life of man or what some might label “a low mode of living”!...

“Alone” – Give Me the Monsters – by Patrick W. Marsh

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Patrick paints a bleak picture. Kevin

Originally posted on CALAMITIES PRESS:

There is a stretch of highway near where I live called Highway 10. It’s a straight shot through the northern suburbs of the Twin Cities. I’ve been driving it for years. I would take it to school, both high school and college, plus various times I’ve moved in with my folks and such. Now, I’m raising my children along the edge of this metaphorical concrete snake. I’ve traveled it a thousand times...

The Overwhelming Majority Of Self-Published Work is “Bad” – I Beg To Differ

I recently came across the following comment regarding the difficulties experienced by authors in getting published, (http://www.derekhaines.ch/justpublishing/i-need-a-publisher-no-you-dont/comment-page-1/#comment-1607). The commenter’s argument is neatly encapsulated by the following quote,

“Here’s the truth: 99.99% self publish because a traditional publisher rejected their manuscripts.

Why? Because they’re BAD!”

The above is a sweeping assertion. How can the commenter possibly know why so...

Waking Early

Waking early I lie,

Darkness still shrouds the sky.

One day or night I will die,

There will be no more awakening to the sky.

Is death the final sleep,

Through which no dreams creep?

Or a perpetual dream,

wherein our consciousness forever streams?

Often, when dreaming, I believe myself to be awake.

On waking, I realise my mistake.

But how can I be certain the land of sleep is behind,

That I am not in a dream confined?

I lack the wisdom of a divine,

So can not answers find.

10 Great Facts about Writers and Dogs

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A great post for all you dog lovers out there including myself. I particularly like, “The first draft of John Steinbeck’s novel Of Mice and Men was eaten by his dog, Max.” Hopefully the invention of computers and other storage devices precludes this from happening today …! Kevin

Originally posted on Interesting Literature:

Short facts about writers and their pet dogs – and the canine figures in the works of famous authors

Fearing attacks from rivals, poet Alexander Pop...

Name a Blind Poet

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An interesting short piece regarding blind poets and how their blindness impacts their poetry. Being blind I find that much of my work describes senses other than sight – smell, touch and man’s emotions. Kevin

Originally posted on :

I am intrigued by how poets are influenced by their visual sense. This is reflected in their verse, as well as the use of accompanying photographs and other visual artwork. And many of you practice both Taiga and Haiga poetr...

Lie Down With Dogs Get Up With Fleas

From the sunlit uplands man’s heart turns.

Those who play in the gutter attract germs.

The birds soar above,

While in the dirt man grubs.

Flowers are trampelled underfoot,

All that is noble is reduced to dust.

The rats scurry away,

They have no stomach to fight and stay.

Why Librarians Don’t Want to Buy Your Self-Published Book

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An informative post for authors wishing to get their books into libraries. Kevin

Originally posted on wrapped up in books:

When a self-published author contacts someone in the collection development department at my library, we let out a collective groan. Inevitably, our answer to the request to add their book to our collection will feel personal, which is awkward. It will definitely mean more work for us no matter what, and foracquisitions and cataloging staff as well...

Home

The closing of my door.

Me Sitting alone in the twilight, on my sofa, the furry blue throw soft against my hands, listening to the companionable rain.

The friendly bookcase in the corner, packed full of books, the ting tang clock standing atop it, keeping the elephant bookends and Austrian stein company.

The ebony elephant on the cabinet, one ear slightly mauled, watches me quizzickally, far from his home in China.

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The bookcase in my bedroom, still smelling faintly of the pine forest, fu...