Monthly Archives: April 2019

Thursday Book Feature: The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems

I was delighted to receive this review of “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” (audio edition). For the audio edition, which is available from Audible, please visit, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KPN8LT3/. The foregoing link will take you to the audio edition on Amazon. You can also find it by going to audible.co.uk or audible.com and searching for “the writer’s pen and other poems”. Unfortunately the direct link I had to the book on the Audible site returns an error, however searching does bring up my book (

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Since April is National Poetry Month, I hope you’ll take some  time to read a good poem or two. This month, I’ll be reviewing some poetry collections I’ve enjoyed.

The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems

By K. Morris

Copyright 2018.

This short collection contains poems mostly about human nature. When I downloaded the Audible version, I was surprised to discover that Alex Lee, the narrator, is a woman. She does an excellent job. Her reading of one poem about a clock and a refrigerator includes sound effects. Some poems remind me of Robert Frost and other such poets. I recommend this book as a delightful twenty-five minutes of poetry reading.

My Books

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

How to Build a better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

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A Recollection of Heels

I remember the feel
Of your heels.
You left them behind
For me to find,
And asked me to keep
Them for your return.
You never came.

No need to weep.
For the secret
Of your name
Is safe.
Will I embrace
A girl’s disdain,
or learn?

Sometimes I wish that “progress” would stop

Sometimes I wish that “progress”
Would stop,
Like the express
Train at Adlestrop,
But it will not.

Note: The above was inspired by Edward Thomas’s fine poem, “Adlestrop”, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53744/adlestrop

Don’t Say The “D” Word

We say
“He passed away”.
The “d” word
Is often
Not heard.

He is in his coffin
So why this absurd
Fear
Of the “d” word?

Does the Reaper, standing, unnoticed, near
Smile at our denial
That you and I
Shall die?

Larkin took refuge in drink
But, at dawn did think
On death
And felt bereft.

I have now said
The word we dread
To voice.

We have a choice
Over what words are said
But we are nonetheless, dead
In the end
My friend.

There Was A Young Lady Named Amie

There was a young lady named Amie
Who, feeling that life was a little samey,
Modelled for an erotic poster
On a roller coaster,
With a nurse whose name was Janey!

Short Story Vending Machine

My thanks to the young lady who drew my attention to this article during our chat earlier today,

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/apr/02/short-story-vending-machines-london-commuters-canary-wharf-anthony-horowitz

A Beautiful Young Lady Named Vixen

A beautiful young lady named Vixen
Likes to write flash fiction,
Whilst in my bedroom
And wearing sweet perfume.
But alas, this rhyme is only fiction!