I have felt the fire at midnight’s hour
It kindles brightly and sinks within the hour.
I have gazed at embers dying fast
Looked into the future and gazed into the past
I have raked the ashes cold, felt the bleakness in my soul.
I have felt the fire at midnight’s hour
It kindles brightly and sinks within the hour.
I have gazed at embers dying fast
Looked into the future and gazed into the past
I have raked the ashes cold, felt the bleakness in my soul.
Those who have visited London will have experienced the delights of crowded public transport. There is, surely nothing more pleasant than having one’s nostrils tantalised by the sweet scent of one’s fellow commuter’s perspiring bodies on a baking hot summer’s day.
I can also highly recommend the sardine game. This entails packing as many human beings into a tube or mainline train as is humanly possible then adding a few more for good measure. Oh the delights of being clobbered by heavy baggage as one’s fellow passenger’s show their pleasure at visiting this great capital city by swinging their luggage with gay abandon.
Another fun aspect of the daily commute is the manner in which it enables one to make new friends. The train or other mode of transport jolts and one finds a total stranger sitting on one’s lap (that is if you have been fortunate enough to obtain that rarest of comodities, a seat)!
Talking of seats or the lack thereof, I have hit upon a sure fire way of obtaining one when travelling in this great city of London. I proclaim at the top of my voice,
“Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.”
My fellow commuters are so moved by the power of Tennyson that they rise in unison and vacate the carriage leaving me to my declaiming. They are no doubt deeply touched by the majesty of the poem and rather than show emotion in front of me choose rather to express it elsewhere.
To all of my fellow commuters, happy commuting!
Kevin
As a visually impaired author and book lover the vouchers for free audio books are of interest to me. Thanks to Chris Graham (The Story Reading Ape) for sharing this information. Kevin
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog
Author Loretta Livingston has started a special group on Goodreads and sent me this message…
Hi Chris.
I’m wondering if any of your friends here with audio books might be interested in a new initiative I am trying to start on Goodreads.
Free Audible Vouchers for the Blind and Visually Impaired
A group to provide offers of Audible audio book vouchers for blind and visually impaired readers.
All authors welcome, and any reader who is blind or visually impaired and would like the opportunity of free Audible vouchers.
Readers, please note, the authors here would appreciate reviews but reviews are not obligatory.
Authors, please do not chase readers for reviews.
This is a brand new group and will need a little help to get off the ground, so please help spread the word.
Thank you.
Loretta

My collection of short stories, “An Act Of Mercy” is free in the Kindle store from 12 March until 16 March 2015. To download “An Act Of Mercy” free please visit http://www.amazon.com/An-act-mercy-other-stories-ebook/dp/B00EHS74CS or http://www.amazon.co.uk/An-act-mercy-other-stories-ebook/dp/B00EHS74CS.
One Amazon reviewer writes as follows:
“A collection of well-written stories (set in the U.K) that had me engrossed from beginning to end. I like this author’s style and have not been disappointed
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Many thanks,
Kevin
She does what she has to do
Sees it through
Provides a semblance of love
Wraps him in her hug.
Her thoughts far away
Tonight she must stay
Its all for the pay
Wishes herself far away.
Likes the money and clothes, not the sex, god know!
Many thanks to JC for this post. I haven’t read “The Razor’s Edge” but will certainly make a point of doing so. Kevin
A challenge, issued by Kevin Morris at Newauthoronline to write a post about our favorite book. (Please visit Kevin at his site; you will be glad you did!)
My choice is, The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham published in 1944.
An unusual book in that the author narrates but also plays himself in the story and hints that the novel may have some truth in it. You can Google it and find a few websites dedicated to proving it factual.
The story begins at the end of WW1 and follows Larry Darrell who served as a fighter pilot and saw action over the skies of France. Larry befriends another pilot, a jovial Irishman who dies after saving Larry’s life. From here on Larry’s life changes as he searches for answers about death, God and what’s the purpose. Larry returns home to his fiancée Isabel and befuddles everyone as he turns…
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In my experience the 3 little words “I’m not being … ”, (insert the relevant missing word of your choice) are often the precursor for an insult or other offensive comment.
Shakespeare’s words, “One may smile and be a villain” spring to mind.
Many thanks to Victo for this post and her kind words regarding my writing. Victo has a fascinating blog about the life of a doctor which is both humorous and frequently touching. Kevin
Now here is a thought provoking post. I view my readers as individuals and see comments as a form of conversation. All my followers are important to me and I appreciate everyone who follows my ramblings.
How do you view your readers? As individuals just like you, sitting at a computer? Or as an audience? For that matter, at what point does a list of followers become an audience?
I think what separates the individual from the audience is the amount of interaction we have with our readers. And we have a choice… incite comments and reply back to them in a conversational manner or stand at the podium and preach, collecting “likes” like so much applause. All we need do is show up and display our brilliance.
But what if you could actually get every one of your followers into a room – or for some of you an Olympic-sized arena – and stand before them, each of them with laptops, and write your post for them to read while you watch? Or better yet, read it out loud and then interact with anyone who…
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Don’t go too deep
We Sleep
Dark thoughts released
The subconscious roams unpoliced
We weep
Don’t go too deep