When not writing, one of the things from which I derive great pleasure is listening to music. I enjoy much of the music of Lana Del Rey, including this track, “Born to Die”,
Monthly Archives: February 2020
One-Night Stands
I long
For something beyond
Her nakedness,
For she must dress
And slip away
At break of day.
But I should stress,
That ’twas fun, nonetheless.
A Young Lady Named Gale
A young lady named Gale
Comes from a place called Hale.
She keeps house for a vicar,
Who has a dodgy old ticker,
But her ministrations they never fail!
Kevin Morris’s Interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series, at 9:10 pm (UK time) on Thursday 27 February 2020
On Thursday 27 February, at 9:10 pm (UK time), I was priveleged to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series.
During the course of the interview, I read and discussed my poetry.
I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer for her kindness in hosting me on her show. To listen to me reading and discussing my poetry, please visit http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-80. Please note, I listened back to my interview using Google Chrome., so I know that Chrome works.
Little Dorrit, Dickens and Debt
A fascinating post entitled, “Little Dorrit, Dickens and Debt”, which explores the connection between Charles Dickens and the long demolished Debtors Prison. The prison appears in several of Dickens writings, including “Little Dorrit”. To read the post please follow this link, https://memoirsofametrogirl.com/2020/02/25/marshalsea-prison-remains-borough-history/.
When the Man in the Moon
When the Man in the Moon
Said, “I don’t have a silver spoon”,
And he wrote lots of letters
To all his elders and betters,
They sent him a broken old spoon!
When A Girl Who Is Pretty and Slim
When a girl who is pretty and slim
Invited me in for a swim,
I couldn’t help but laugh
As its only her bath.
But that girl she knows how to swim!
When A Young Lady Named Mia
When a young lady named Mia
Swung from my chandelier
My friend, Bishop Paul
Feared she would fall.
But she’s already fallen, is Mia!
When a Young Lady Named Henrietta
When a young lady named Henrietta
Said, “my hair it gets ever wetter!”,
I said, “you’ve been in that shower
For well over an hour,
And your Setter has eaten my letter!”.
The Sun’s Light Ends in Night
The sun’s light
Ends in night.
But when I express
It this way
Some will say
That I obsess
With death.
Yet one may
Take delight
In a summer’s day,
But not fight
The inevitable night.
