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August 19, 2015
A 5 Star Review Of My Book “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”
Many thanks to Olivia Emily for taking the time to read and review my book, “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”. For Olivia’s 5 star review of “Dalliance” please visit the following link, (https://bibliomad.wordpress.com/2015/08/19/dalliance-a-collection-of-poetry-and-prose-by-k-morris-book-review/).
Kevin
Reading Aloud: An Almost Magical Entry Point for Kids in the World of Books
Books are one delight that all children should be introduced to as early as possible in their lives. For a parent there is no feeling quite like the first time you read to your son or daughter. You are opening the door onto the huge world of literature. There is a book available for every type of reader, whether factual or fiction. Reading to your child will open their eyes to the world around them and the possibilities available to them; providing they are willing to let their imaginations r...
August 18, 2015
R.E.M E-BOW THE LETTER
One of my favourite songs from one of my favourite bands, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cnIQHJ169s
PURGATORY
Originally posted on random rants ruminations ramblings:
Who am I
to intrude upon
your thoughts, your time, your space
to ask for something, anything
except a selfish, old fool
with the audacity
to love you so ardently
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Digging
The click of heels fades.
Silence crashes over him in waves.
Sadness contends with rage.
The turning of a new page
Or a man digging his own grave?
August 17, 2015
The Joys of Commuting
Originally posted on newauthoronline:
Beware the dangers of complacency. I boarded the 17:22 from London Victoria to Gypsy Hill yesterday. It was boiling hot and the heat combined with the movement of the train made me sleepy. I dozed. At some point I became aware that the train had stopped. I and my fellow passengers where stuck in no man’s land between Battersea Park and Clapham Junction station. The windows where open but the lack of motion rendered this fact of little consequence. I alon...
Dedication To The Job!
“You look smart. Are you off somewhere nice?”, said the man operating the luggage gate at London Victoria’s mainline station. (Being blind this gentleman has assisted me onto trains on numerous occasions hence his familiarity in speaking to me in this manner).
“No, just work”, I replied.
“But its Sunday Kevin!”, he said with obvious surprise.
Suddenly everything clicked into place. The 4 coach train at my local station when, during the working week the train consists of 8-10 carriages should...
August 16, 2015
John
This is the place of passing delight,
Where souls are lost at dead of night.
This is the place of lust and sighs,
Where something in each man dies.
This is the place of creaking boards,
Where men unsheathe their mighty swords.
This is the place of guys called John,
Where satisfaction, once obtained, they are gone.
The Personal In Poetry
Recently I asked an acquaintance whether, in her opinion my poetry “is to personal?” She responded that poetry is, by it’s very nature personal and that my writing does not, in any case fall into the category of overly personal poetry.
The above conversation started me pondering on what a poet’s work says about the writer. The first point which must be made is that the mere fact of writing about a topic does not imply that the poet has any involvement in it. For example he may write about box...
August 15, 2015
What’s in a Name?
An amusing insight into working in an office in Thailand. Kevin
Originally posted on :
I am lucky to have always had a place of work that doesn’t require elaborate escape into your own world plans.In my previous office, I was for the first time subject to people who tried to kill each other every afternoon. Now, work does that to you – makes you a monster. But this was on a whole new level. When they weren’t busy playing TF2, they were busy creatin...
