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Key

I see
The key
To my clock
On the bedside table,
As we …
I am unable
To block
The advance
Of time,
Although I can retrace
In rhyme
Many a dance
And half-remembered face.

The clock’s hands are still
Though mine move
And will,
Until
My inner clock
Receives a final shock

Nothing

Thrusting
Into nothing.
Trusting
In nothing.
A way of coping,
Perchance hoping,
For Something
Of nothing.

“Sinister Dexter” By Lucy Brazier Is Now Available To Pre-Order

[image error]I am very excited to be here, on the wonderful blog of poet extraordinaire Kevin Morris, to share with you the news that the third book in the PorterGirl series is here! Sinister Dexter takes us once again to Old College, where things are never quite as they seem, even when they are.

After avoiding the murderous intentions of The Vicious Circle in First Lady Of The Keys and risking life and limb to find a priceless missing painting in The Vanishing Lord, our heroine Deputy Head Porter finds h...

25 FREE Codes Available for my New Audio Book on Amazon.com

Stevie Turner, Indie Author.

Family drama/ psychological thriller ‘Repent at Leisure’ is now available as an audio book.  I have been given 25 free codes to use at the checkout on Amazon.com,  and I am currently waiting to hear back from ACX to find out if I’m eligible for any UK codes as well.

If you would like a code, please email me at stevie@stevie-turner-author.co.uk  and put ‘Audio Book’ in the subject box.  Thank you.

Plagued by a troubled upbringing, Paul McAdam wakes to find a myste...

There Was A Young Lady Called Fay

There was a young lady called Fay
Who liked to say “haul away”.
So while out on a boat
In the middle of a moat
I hauled her overboard one day.

(Written in response to https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/haul/).

What Does It Profit A Man

What does it profit a man if he gain a good education
To benefit the nation,
In a subject he comes to loathe?
The wild rose
Goes
Unsmelt
But he dwelt
Amongst those
Who wore fine clothes.

What good does it profit a man if he considers wealth
A supreme good in and of itself?
His health
He loses,
Boozes
Away
To help him cope with his stressful day.
He may pay
For a yacht
But he has got
A hole
Where his soul
Should be.

I can not agree
With those who would level down society
For variety
Is good
...

There Was A Young Man Called Course

There was a young man called Coarse
Who rode a moral high horse.
I did hear tell
How one day he fell.
The people laughed of course.

I Am No Poet

I am no poet, for when,
At 10 AM
Men
Of letters drink beer
You will see
A sight most queer,
Namely me
Drinking tea
Or coffee,
So how can I a poet be?!

At 3 AM
When
Men
Of poetry are kept awake
By young ladies of ill repute,
There can be
No dispute
That you will find me
(Unbound)
Locked In the arms of sleep
Profound,
‘Tis enough to make me weep!

So while others get drunk
As the proverbial scunk
I shall sip my coffee
Or tea
And studiously avoid poetry …

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 Friday

An opportunity for poets to tell others a little about themselves and to share a poem.

Go Dog Go Café

The Baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe want to show our support for WordPress community members participating in NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018. Throughout the month of April, we invite writers participating in the challenge to share some of their NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo writing on Fridays.

How to participate: Tell us more about yourself! Are you a new blogger? An old pro? Is this your first time partic...

Some Memories and Prose Poetry

A powerful reading by Rebecca of her poem “Memories”.

A Word or More

I am still here.

It is a miracle. I have not had the time to submit writing for publishing as I did during graduate school and before my daughter was born.  Even in graduate school, I had to squeeze in the writing and editing time.

My writing tends to focus on doing the writing and editing.  I’ve worked on a second project since I stopped work on my eight year project, Sons of the Edisto. About four years ago, I started put...