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Is your blog accessible to blind computer users?

My thanks to Chris Graham (AKA The Story Reading Ape) https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com, for drawing this article on why much of the internet is inaccessible to blind people to my attention, https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-49694453.

As many of you who follow my blog will know, I lost the majority of my eyesight at 18-months-old. I am unable to read print and use software called Job Access with Speech (JAWS), which converts text into speech and braille enabling me to use a Windows...

Brass Tack

You left your shoes behind
And it still occupies my mind.
You were neither white nor black,
And there is no turning back
For those shoes you left behind,
Which still occupy my mind.

Your accent was upper class
But, somewhere along the line
Fine
Metal
Did settle
For brass.

You left your shoes behind
And they still occupy my mind.
It is rarely white or black.
And the way
To a brass tack
Is easier than some say.

Celebrate National Poetry Day

Today (3 October) is National Poetry Day here in the United Kingdom. This years theme is truth, although you can write about anything, https://nationalpoetryday.co.uk/celebrate-national-poetry-day/.

To celebrate National Poetry Day I am publishing my poem “Shadows On The Wall”:

“Shadows on the wall,

I recall.

One cannot catch a shade,

For it is made

Of moonbeams

And passing dreams”.

“Shadows On The Wall” can be found in “The Selected Poems of K Morris”, which is available in paperback and...

Wednesday Humour

When a young lady named May
Said, “its National Poetry Day Today”,
And I replied, “no, its tomorrow”,
She wept in such great sorrow,
That I said, “please, go away!”.

Awaking with the beautiful dawn
I gave a tremendous yawn,
And as I rolled over in bed
I with great pleasure said,
“Its nice to know you, Miss Dawn”.

The Clutter Monster by Sally Walford

On the evening of Sunday 29 September, I was privileged to meet Sally Walford and her partner in my favourite Bangladeshi restaurant.

I had seen Sally on several previous occasions. However I had not had the pleasure of conversing with her until Sunday evening.

I was intrigued to find that Sally is a children’s author and has published “The Clutter Monster”, The book description of which reads as follows:

“The Clutter Monster lives in the land of Mess, a monster who loves nothing more than...

A Young Man Named Steed

A young man named Steed
Having a very strong need,
Approached a girl called Nell
Who, I’m ashamed to tell,
Poured him some strong mead!

There Was A Young Man Named Steve

There was a young man named Steve
Whose habit it was to thieve.
He broke into the house of Hogg,
Who owns a fearce old dog,
And few people grieve for Steve!

When A Young Lady Named Henrietta

When a young lady named Henrietta
Sent me an extremely rude letter,
I replied in a trice,
“That was not very nice,
And your spelling is atrocious, Henrietta!”.

A Naughty Young Lady Named Bella

A naughty young lady named Bella
Had more than just 1 fella,
But a bishop called Paul
Didn’t like that at all,
So saved her, by marrying Bella!

Weird Jobs Writers Had Before Becoming Famous

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Everybody has to start somewhere, and everybody has to pay the bills somehow.

Long before they became famous, here are the first jobs of some of literature’s most famous and distinguished figures.

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