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My friend Shanelle is volunteering in Zimbabwe to educate young people about HIV/AIDS
I have received the below email from my friend, Shanelle who will be volunteering in Zimbabwe, in July to help educate young people about HIV/AIDS. Any help anyone can give would be much appreciated.
Many thanks,
Kevin
“I have
until the 20th
June to raise just under £300 so I can volunteer for 10 weeks in Zimbabwe. I will be working in Bulawayo with other British volunteers for a charity called
Progressio, delivering workshops that will empower young people and educate them on HIV and AIDS awareness.
I would really appreciate it if you took the time to donate to my justgiving page, or shared the link to your Facebook wall/social media pages and let
your family and friends know. Thank you!
https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/Shans
Shanelle Webb”.
Just. One. Book.
If you can help, please do so. Kind regards. Kevin
Just. One. Book.
I live in a town of 1200 people in the Northern Sierra Nevada –where it meets the Cascade Range near Mt. Lassen National Park and about two hours drive northwest of Reno, NV. Two hundred of that population is students. Over the years as the population dwindled after mines closed, then mills–nothing except tourism and retirement have emerged as ‘industries.’ Many businesses have closed down and with it many things we take for granted—like libraries.
The local junior/senior high school has not been able to purchase new books since the 90s. Some of the “check outs” for old books are in the 1980s. There are no books by people of color in the library. Hardly any books by women are in the few book cases except your standard Austen and Lee. It’s an uninviting place. There hasn’t been a librarian for nearly a decade. And volunteers weren’t allowed. The…
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No Alarm
Reaching for the alarm that wakes
He takes
A step into the unknown.
Breakfast will, he thinks, Be followed by leaving home
For work.
No sudden jerk
Of fear,
Just the passing thought, death is always near
And one day all will
Be still
Pirated Books
Hope none of my author/poet friends have their work pirated. However, if it does happen to you this is an informative post. Kevin
Pirate Books – No not a children’s story sadly, like with music they are books stolen from the author. We tend to know why – The reader is to poor (cough, choke cough) and can’t afford a cup of coffee let alone our books. They should be free, after all the author only writes them so we can read them.
Like another blog I read this morning, said, they seem to forget all those businesses we contract out to, those who make our book covers, book trailers, editing, formatting and all the other things need doing to give the book (you only wrote) a fair chance.
I heard about a program called Blastythe other week. Apparently it find your priate books and you can blast them – whatever that means. After much thought, I decided to try it, expecally after seeing more pirate sites and having recommendations from…
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I will be reading at the Poetry Cafe this evening (Tuesday 7 June)
I had intended to read at the Y-Tuesday poetry event this evening (Tuesday 7 June), however, due to the event having been cancelled, I will be reading at the Poetry Café, 22 Betterton Street, Covent Garden, London. The Poetry Unplugged event runs from 7:30 until 10:30, with poets signing up to read between 6-7 pm. If you do come along please do say hello.
Kevin
Poetry Isnt Real
“Poetry isn’t real” you said.
I shook my head
For what the poet feels
Is real.
The words in the poet’s brain,
His whole train
Of thought
Is caught
And given life upon the page.
His poems may forever dance
And bring romance
To the paper stage.
A poem can make one laugh or cry.
So why
Can you not try
To lift your eyes from the ground,
And gaze upon something profound?
Unrequited
Looking back, I remember the owl did hoot.
What is the route
To a girl’s heart?
Where to start?
The park
Was dark.
You and I talked as we walked
Back to the hall.
I recall
You remarked on the romance of the owl’s cry
But try
As I might
The night
Ended in tea
And me
Alone
At home.
First WordPress blog!! Fluffy Slippered Feet/here I sit/It’s Night time
I enjoyed the poems below Kate’s introduction and, of course the introduction itself. Kevin
Hello There
I’m Kate. Pleased to meet you. Thanks for taking the time to read this blog.
I write poetry, (no yawning out there!) some short stories and I am trying to write a children’s book (although it’s glacially slow at the moment)
I write poems about whatever pops into my head. So they can be about a flower, a missed bus, a cosy night by the fire or even a screaming row.
My short stories tend to be observational (names changed to protect the innocent of course :0) ).
This is my first entry into the ‘WordPress’ world, so hope you’ll be patient with me.
I will post poems and stories or just general ‘musings’ as and when they’re ready.
I hope you will have a read through and if you would like to post a message or a comment to say what you thought, or ‘like’, That would be fabulous.
As a start, I…
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Puppets
The puppets on a string
Swing
This way and that
In accordance with the command of the fat
Puppateer.
Far and near
They dance.
Circumstance
Dictates he has control
Of the whole
Play.
The ringmaster may pay
To have his way
Tomorrow and today,
But, heres the thing
should the string
Break, will the puppets stay?
