Just released in paperback on Amazon:
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Joe and Nelly e-book
Yesterday I found out that my children’s novel, which I self-published on Monday, was #6 in the Amazon Hot New Releases in Horror & Ghost Stories for Children. Not having any experience in marketing and promotion, I had no idea about this, and it took a friend to make me aware of it. Being #6 yesterday was […]
We all have to make sacrifices, I tell him.
Originally posted on Sarah writes poems:
He’s not drinking milk each morning. Milk’s the thing that sends us out into the town, and shopping’s not a pleasure now. I plan our meals, now, carefully, avoiding waste. We check the list before we buy. We’re not so frivolous. Our pleasures shrink. The sky is blue –…
Writing on the Pavement
On 2nd April I posted a poem called ‘Writing on the Wall’. This morning on Twitter, I saw photographs of something that’s happening around London: someone is writing the names and descriptions of trees below them in chalk. Now that’s what I call poetry!
Joe and Nelly
I’ve just self-published my children’s novel and it will be available as an e-book on Amazon in the next few days. Joe and Nelly is a ghost story set in London during the Second World War. it is aimed at children aged 8 and over, but the adults who have read it have given very […]
Something to look forward to in April
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Play It Again! in APRIL 2020 I’m looking forward to this!
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La Catrina
It is said that you should never place your faith in a sensual woman in red with full lips on a smooth-skinned face, who sells bitterroot to raise the dead. Her naked heart was born to darkness, counting corpses in an eternity of death and wicked business running the affairs of the city of bones […]
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A Pair of (Still) Blue Eyes – final draft
They have retained their lustre, yet it is dark beneath closed lids. They filter light to conjure colour in dialogue with the brain, resonant as Shakespearean actors. Tired after years of looking and seeing beyond words, they require lenses, windows on blurry landscapes and distorted Giacometti figures. They are prickling thistles, friable pillows of delicate […]
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