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Evocative Scents – Guest Post by Kevin Morris…

Many thanks to Chris the Story Reading Ape for publishing my guest post. Kevin

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How evocative are scents, whether they eminate from our favourite restaurant or the woods in which we love to while away the hours in the company of nature.

Whenever I walk past a branch of the UK-based chain, W H Smiths, the smell of books, newspapers and magazines tantalises my senses and thoughts of my late grandfather pop into my head. Every Saturday we would visit Smiths and...

“Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is available to purchase, in braille from RNIB

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I am pleased to report that my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is available to purchase, as a braille book, from the Royal National Institute of Blind People (RNIB) and can be found by clicking HERE.

Enter “morris kevin. lost in the labyrinth of my mind“, into the search field and click on search.

My book should then be displayed.

Alternatively “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” can be ordered by emailing them directly at: library@rnib.org.uk, or by calling them on 0...

There Was A Young Futurist Named Page

There was a young Futurist named Page
Who was in love with the industrial age.
When the music played loud
She would dance for the crowd,
On the cold and empty stage.

(The above limerick was prompted by this post by Paul Andrus, http://www.paul-andruss.com/futurist-manifesto/).

When Inocence Met Desire

When innocence met desire
They say
That the Town Crier
Had a field day.
The populace rose in disgust
And filled with hate
They lynched the reprobate,
While deep inside
Their own lust
They secretly did hide.

Do you think technology is good for writers?

As a visually impaired person, I rely on my computer to write. I use Job Access with Speech, a screen reader which converts text into speech and braille thereby relaying the contents of my screen back to me. Without JAWS I would be unable to produce printed text. (I could write in braille. This would, however be of little use to the vast majority of my readers)!
Technology does, however possess its downsides. I grew up prior to the invention of the internet, social media and mobile telephones...

If You Could Have Dinner With an Author?

I will cheat and name not 1 but several authors: Charles Dicckens, Tolstoy, Bram Stoker and Emily Bronte.
Allowing myself a little more cheating, I would like to have the following poets over for dinner: A E Housman, Ernest Christopher Dowson and Philip Larkin.

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Before I post my author, and I will tell you, I was arguing with myself for days; if you could have dinner with one author, living or not, who would it be?

I am expecting some familiar names, and please do not le...

I Heard The Thunder

I heard the thunder, neither loud nor proud.
I can not tell
Whether any rain fell,
Yet I know the well
Is dry.

There are no tears to cry
Save for the crocodile
Kind
and I find
That I am sick of the false smile

Coming Storm

I wish that a storm would come.
I can neither run
Nor stay
And pray
For a storm to take
All this away.

Once the lightening has passed
I may feel bereft
At the vast
Nothing left
Behind. But the storm must come
And I must not run
Away,
But face the thunder, and stay.

Who Are You?

“Who are you?” he said
As she lay upon the bed.
“Who me?
I can be
Whoever you want me
To be”
She made reply
With a barely audible sigh.

“And who are you?”
She asked.
“I am masked.
Now let us play a while.
Do bring a smile
To my face
With silk and lace,
For after a will-o’-the-wisp I chase”.

Tether

The question is whether
The beast at the end of his tether
Will make a dash for hope
And break free of the rope
(Which was by him created,
And is now so passionately hated)!