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July 19, 2015

There Is Some Corner Of The British Library Which Is Forever Dalliance

On returning to London on 13 July, one of the first letters I opened was a document from the British Library’s Legal Deposit archive acknowledging receipt of my book, “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry and Prose”. As explained in my post of 15 May 2015 (http://newauthoronline.com/2015/05/15/legal-deposit-what-is-it-and-are-you-covered/), since 1662 legislation has required that a copy of every print book published in the UK be deposited in the British Library thereby ensuring the preservation...

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Published on July 19, 2015 02:33

homeless

Homeless hostel

Girl down to her last 5

A man observes, biding his time


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Published on July 19, 2015 01:02

Angel

An angel dressed in white

appeared to him at night.

filled the dark hours with delight

then came the morning light

she vanished in a trice


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Published on July 19, 2015 00:36

July 18, 2015

The Mystery Of Disappearing WordPress Followers

Over the past 12 months or so I have noticed something peculiar about WordPress. Today I received a notification that my blog, newauthoronline.com has a new follower. I am, of course always delighted to welcome new readers. However the latest recruit turned out to be someone who has been following this site for some considerable time. I know this as the blogger in question has liked and commented on my posts and I distinctly recollect receiving a previous notification of them following.

Today...

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Published on July 18, 2015 06:28

When The Party’s Over

When the partys over and deflated balloons litter the floor,

Will you in joyous tones cry out for more?

As the final guest, their face a mask slinks out the door,

Will you in a hearty voice exclaim, “this way of life I adore?”

When lingering odours of celebration sicken and appall,

Will you with equanimity the night’s events recall?


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Published on July 18, 2015 05:47

Would you rather

drewdog2060drewdog2060:

I agree with the author as regards the second question. I don’t give a fig concerning the author’s gender. The only reason for choosing a book is that it falls within my area of interest/curiosity. Indeed I don’t pay any attention to the gender of writers when selecting books to read. Kevin

Originally posted on My blog is my boyfriend:

My good friend Markincluded me in his “would you rather” book tag post and I’m very glad he did. It is always nice when someone thinks...

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Published on July 18, 2015 01:25

Cloying

Fleeting moments of joy,

With repetition begin to cloy.

Endless pleasure seeking will the self destroy.


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Published on July 18, 2015 01:04

July 17, 2015

Heels And Skirts

Heels and skirts,

Man’s sense does him desert,

Heels and skirts.

Heels and skirts,

Nothing can his lust avert,

At the sight of heels and skirts.

Heels and skirts,

Money thrown upon the dirt,

Stupidity will always hurt,

Heels and skirts.


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Published on July 17, 2015 05:25

Secret Diary of PorterGirl—AVAILABLE NOW!

drewdog2060drewdog2060:

Secret Diary of Portergirl is one of my favourite blogs so I was pleased to read this interview with it’s author, Lucy Brazier.

Originally posted on The Punchy Lands!:

PF, there is this very special occasion that I just must announce:

The professor’s good friend, Lucy Brazier, just published a book! (You can find her here on Twitter and here on Facebook.)received_10202985369275459

Now, check out this trailer, if you please:

Lucy dropped by TPL Studios this week for a special interview.

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Ma...

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Published on July 17, 2015 00:36

Drowning In Nightmare

The suffocating dark holds me tight,

Locked, in the arms of nightmare through the blackest of nights.

Sweating, unable to arise from my bed,

I lie, black imaginings running through my head.

A ghoul by the bookcase stands,

Intent on dragging me into death’s barren land.

What is that shadow on my bedroom door?

My dressing gown hanging or something more?


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Published on July 17, 2015 00:16