Monthly Archives: October 2015

My Favourite Authors & What Is Reading?

Olivia provides a wonderful description of what reading means to her. One which I wholeheartedly endorse. Kevin

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Literature is ever-evolving. Authors are churning out new books with each day, in the hopes they’ll be applauded. They go on, they live, they die, they’re replaced. There is a never-ending list of aspiring writers, but all writers – young or old, new or existing, aspiring or acclaimed – have one thing in common: the reader.

And here I am. The reader who is in love with the simple act of picking up a stack of paper (that just-so-happens to be glued together), decoding letters and forming them into words, and falling in love with people I’ll never meet and places I’ve never been to. Each and every author relies on me and my kind to criticise their books, immerse their being in them, and tell their friends to read them, too. That is the cycle of literature, and a multitude of authors complete said cycle each day: they publish…

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Listening To The Morning

The sun on my bookcase.

Books, their plain binding suffused with light.

Cars pass.

The song of the bird, here then gone.

The traffic continues on

Swishing as the great tide

That ebbs and flows.

The bird sings again

Competing with the vehicles noise (and winning)!

A crow khaws once.

A woodpecker joins in.

9:40, sitting at my computer, listening to the morning.

“Albatross: The Scent Of Honeysuckle”, By Jeff B Grant Is Available In The Kindle Store

I am pleased to announce that my friend, Jeff Grant’s book, “Albatross: The Scent Of Honeysuckle” is now available in the Amazon Kindle store. To read a free sample or purchase “Albatross” please visit the following link http://www.amazon.co.uk/Albatross-scent-honeysuckle-Jeff-Grant-ebook/dp/B016MCMK16/ref=kinw_dp_ke.

Fiona Sinclair And Message In A Bottle Poetry Magazine

Several days ago I was helped across the road by the partner of the poet, Fiona Sinclair. Fiona was on her way to the Poetry Society for a poetry reading. I must confess to not having been familiar with Fiona’s work prior to our chance (and very brief) meeting earlier this week.

On reaching home I did some digging (if one can do such a thing as digging online) and found that in addition to her own work Fiona also produces “Message In A Bottle”, a magazine featuring the work of poets other than herself. The magazine’s description reads as follows:

 

“Fiona started the poetry magazine Message in a Bottle about seven years ago. The magazine was started at the height of her illness as an antidote to boredom.

The only remit is that the work be unusual and well written. The magazine is now Poetry Kit recommended. Several of the poems included have won Poetry

Kit awards. It now attracts the best of poets from all over the world and is enhanced by the artwork of  Derek Sellen”. (For information on the magazine please visit http://www.fionasinclairpoetry.com/message-in-a-bottle.php.

Unfortunately (unless I am missing a trick) there appears to be no contact information for the magazine (or Fiona Sinclair herself) on her website.

Much of Fiona’s poetry concerns the personal. Take, for example her poem “How To Lose A Friend” (http://www.fionasinclairpoetry.com/how-to-lose-a-friend.php), in which the poet describes in a matter of fact manner how she lost a friend. The poem’s matter of factness adds to the poignancy of the poem.

For Fiona Sinclair’s website please visit http://www.fionasinclairpoetry.com/.

Heaven And Hell

To float on a cloud

As angels sing loud

Hymns

about the redemption of sins

Would, I think

Drive me to drink.

The devil would wink

And invite me to sink

To his abode below.

Should I choose to go

There would be good cheer.

bitter beer

and a warm fire, forever near

 

Well Spoken Girl

A girl well spoken.

The doors that could open

close

on this delicate rose.

The primrose path to hell is sweet

But the way back will defeat

Those who walk on dainty feet.

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Or you may discover

Something other

Than you bargained for.

Janus stands atop the door

while the raven does khaw.