I am told
Your love is gold.
This You confirm,
Which makes me squirm
And sigh,
Yet ask not why
For I
Have grit in mine own eye.
Author Archives: K Morris Poet
Board
Stiff as a board.
But more reluctant,
With only the invisible cord
To loosely tie
You to I.
A sigh.
The night dies
Away.
Into indifferent day
And no compassion have you for I.
Independent motion – can you help?
A very worthy cause. Kevin
What would you give to make a dream come true if you woke to find yourself living a nightmare?
What would you feel if you could never again walk on a beach? Or go out alone in the snow…feel the stillness of a wood or cross a field?
And then, you found a way…
In 2009, my son was a successful young man with a bright future… until he was stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack and left for dead in an alley.
He was found almost immediately by passers-by who saved his life. By the time we arrived at the hospital, Nick was being prepared for emergency brain surgery. We were allowed to see him, for a few minutes, to say goodbye. He was not expected to survive…
Over the past couple of years, many in the blogging community have come to know my son and know…
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When Money and Sex Meet
When money and sex meet,
They play a weary game.
There is neither victory nor defeat,
Only face-burning shame
The Season for Writing Retreats
I am certainly drawn to the idea of retreating to a log cabin. Kevin

With the smell of autumn in the air, I am tempted to hole up in a cabin somewhere and spend my days sipping hot liquids and burying myself in my manuscript.
A friend of mine has come up with a great way to make this dream of reality. Every winter she and several of her other writing friends meet at a cabin in Maine where they spend a long weekend tucked away. She then returns refreshed with renewed passion for writing and thousands of words added to whatever project she is working on at the time. (The group met through blogging originally, which is further proof that this format is a great way for writers to make connections with one another.)
Though I am always less productive when around other people, I appreciate the way that fellowship can add to a writer’s craft. After all, many of us have a…
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Poet and Author, Kevin Morris Interviewed by Annette Rochelle Aben on Blogtalk Radio
I was honoured to be interviewed by Annette, on Blogtalkradio, regarding my poetry and other meanderings.
The show also includes me reading several of my poems.
For the podcast please visit HERE
A big thank you to Annette for interviewing me!
Kevin
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Veil
The thing he can not express
The dress
That never was
Because …
Words he can not speak
Leave him weak.
Should he seek
For answers from the Mother Superior
Or her inferior?
The inferior speaks the truth.
Does the roof
Then fall in
Exposing Mother Superior’s sin?
Oh how frail
Is the veil
Separating heaven from hell, and how easy to expose
The fact that the emperor has no clothes …
One May As Well Be Hung For A Sheep As A Lamb
It is said that one may as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb. However, there being neither sheep nor lambs in the field, Tom stole the farmer’s prize cow instead.
They found Tom (or what had once constituted him) in a bloody mess in the field. Having forgotten his glasses and being extremely short sighted, he had mistook a very ill tempered bull for a mild mannered cow.
“Look on the bright side” said Mick Carmichael, down the Fox and Hounds later that evening.
“What bright side? Poor bloke was gored to death”! said Charlie Dunn.
“Well it just goes to prove what I always say – that one shouldn’t put any faith in those old sayings, as Tom wasn’t hanged for either a sheep or a lamb, but ended his days on the horns of farmer Robert’s prize bull …”! replied Mick Carmichael.
Author Kevin Morris on Tell Me a Story
Many thanks to Annette for interviewing me. To hear my interview please listen on Monday 17th October. Kevin
