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August 10, 2015
The Spider And The Fly
The spider in his own web entangles,
Struggles exstatically, then slowly strangles.
The fly sucks the spider dry.
Smiling sweetly, to see him die.
Ebooks Are Changing The Way We Read And The Way Novelists Write
A thought provoking article in today’s guardian (10 August 2015). The author argues that in a world subject to multiple online distractions the way in which we read books is changing. Readers now flick between messages from friends back to their ebook rather than, as in times past devoting their whole attention to a book. In effect our attention span is less than was the case prior to the proliferation of technology, particularly mobile devices. The author also contends that ebooks are changi...
August 9, 2015
Unhinged
Originally posted on 
(https://www.etsy.com/listing/78840032/surreal-portrait-mirror-three-women-55)
My neck’s grown tired of always
holding up all the darkness in my head
but I am accustomed to backstroking
against this current; the absentminded
muscles I’ve developed tell me so.
Once I was a baby,
once I didn’t know the ache of unhappiness
but only the forgettable way my small mouth
formed words no one understood.
When I turned into a woman
my heart went all soot and damp earth.
People...
K Morris reading his poem ‘Plinths’
Me reading my poem ‘Plinths’
K Morris reading his poem ‘The Gentleman Suitor to his Beloved’
Me reading my poem ‘The Gentleman Suitor to his Beloved’
K Morris reading a selection of his poetry
Me reading a selection of my poetry.
Got The T-Shirt
Originally posted on newauthoronline:
I have sought comfort in the masses and lost myself in crowds. Like an excited child at the fair I have sought ever greater speed, for speed kills thought. I have looked for excitement and found fleeting pleasures which turn to ashes come the morrow. I have played the cynic while caring deeply, laughed to hide the fact I care. I have been there, done that and got the t-shirt.
Dog
Your contented sighs.
Those soft brown eyes.
Your cold wet nose.
Love beyond speech, my dog knows.
August 8, 2015
Antisemitism
As obscene as the breaking of glass,
Or the whisper of gas from the past.
“The jews are mean” you said.
Dead bodies in a camp.
The lamp shines on the food divine.
You drink more wine.
A train somewhere in the distance passes,
Somewhere glass smashes.
The Wolf
A powerful poem. Kevin
Originally posted on Scribbles on the Wall:
My yellow eyes stare at you from the dark.
My crinkled snout hides my furious teeth,
While my mouth waters
At the very smell of you.
I’m lurking, I’m waiting.
Preying on your animals
Preying on your children
Preying on you.
That’s who you want me to be.
Your stories write me big and bad,
And you have made up your mind.
Turn around, man.
Turn around and see.
Look at your reflection.
Because the ferocious...
