tales from the murky splurge

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Saturday, February 11, 2017

A poem a day is a ponderous way, to meet all the words that come out to play. Sign in to see full entry.

it has been a while

Well it has been a while but I am back on blogit with some exciting new work. I published my book.Notes from the Edge if you want to take a look on Amazon. I am a third through my next book now but poetry is drawing me in again and we are about to make some videos with my son who is a great actor... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Creative Crisis, If you woke up one morning to a world that did not value the arts, what sort of life without style would you be living in. Think about it, by just taking a moment to look around your room. Take away the TV, nobody makes films anymore. There are no actors for one thing, or musicians... Sign in to see full entry.

Creative Crisis, If you woke up one morning to a world that did not value the arts, what sort of life without style would you be living in. Think about it, by just taking a moment to look around your room. Take away the TV, nobody makes films anymore. There are no actors for one thing, or musicians... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

each page curling crisped and blackened the flames take hold mind crafted words send smoke signals into the air nothing matters no one cares. the writer and the reader look upon the ashes burning history burning knowledge dreams un lived and turned to sorrow the fire goes out and the message is left... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

i have been free like an up inspired leaf floating on a breeze flittering down and lifted again i have been free in the silence of love when wrapped in a blanket with warmth contained within behind the darkness of my eyes i have been free i have been lost in the rain of many days where the wet wilts... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Backhanders

backhanders Back are the handers that slop in the alley and come up with schemes of evil and talley disguised as a helping hand with a favour but the taste is not nice and its not what we favour back are the handers as they touch your shoulder and put you in glance of the vulnerable boulder it rolls... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Colour.

a thought drifts in, warm colours shape ´a picture forms. A thought is the first colour of a creation. Heaven on earth ´brick upon brick. Dreams do not just happen, they are create d. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Harry Killbuck

Hello blogit friends. I can at last announce I have finished my book Harry Killbuck. 96,124 words. I hope to get it published and I have two publishers looking now....wish me luck. If anyone is up for a big read I am happy to send you the copy on a file on the condition you give me some feedback. It... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Nurse Kelly said nothing to Alex Caldwell. Harry seemed calm as he was talking and she felt there was no need to alarm anyone. Harry has been a great one for storytelling and she told herself this was all it was. A dying man with so many stories to get off his chest. He cannot tell the difference... Sign in to see full entry.

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