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Availability of My Books in Braille

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I posted yesterday (24 September) regarding the availability in braille of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”. In that post I also mentioned the availability of my previously published collections, “Dalliance” and “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.
All of the above books where transcribed into braille by the Royal National Institute of Blind People’s Ivybridge Transcription Service, and should be available to borrow from RNIB’s Library,
While I hold braille copies of “Refractions”, “Lost” and “Dalliance”, on checking the library’s catalogue this morning I was unable to find any record of my books having been added to RNIB’s stock.

I have raised a query with RNIB and await their response.
If anyone is interested in obtaining a braille copy of any of the above books, please contact library@rnib.org.uk in the first instance, (please feel free to mention that the publications have been transcribed by Ivybridge).

If you experience problems in obtaining my books in braille please don’t hesitate to contact me at newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com.

Kevin

“Refractions” is Available in Braille

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On returning home yesterday evening, I was pleased to find that the postman had delivered a copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” in braille.

“Refractions” is now the third of my books to be available in braille, the others being “Dalliance” and “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.

As a braille reader, its important to me that my work can be read by other users of those peculiar dots known to followers of the black arts as braille …!
For details of “Refractions”, which is available as an ebook in the Amazon Kindle store, please visit HERE

You can find details of all my books on my “About” Page.

Kevin

Petard

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I have never yet
Seen a regret.
Though I have felt
A pang
That sprang
Into my heart and dwelt
There, unknown by all but me.
StillI can not be free
Of the nagging voice
That whispers, “you had a choice
And where hoist on your own petard.

This lesson hard
You should learn,
Do not conscience spurn
When it cries,
He who acts thus dies.
All regrets and sighs
Will not repair the broken shell.
This truth I tell,
Actions misjudged may end in hell”.

Satyrs and Sprites

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The satyrs drink
And think
On woodland sprites
And fleeting delights.

The sprites preen
And glean
What they may
For youth passeth away.

“Will you stay
Awhile?”
The satyrs say
With a nonchalant smile.

“I will remain
Until dawn does stain
The sky with gold.
Tomorrow will be a cold
Day”,
The sprites say.

Extension of deadline to obtain a free electronic copy of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”

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Refractions

On Monday 19 September, I posted HERE offering a free copy of my collection of poetry, “Refractions” to any of my readers who contacted me by Friday 23 September.

I have been delighted with the response so have decided to extend the deadline until 12 pm on Tuesday 27 September.

Anyone who would like to receive a free copy of “Refractions” should please email me by noon on Tuesday 27 September at newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com.

Kind regards,

Kevin

Would you like a free electronic copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions”?

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From today (Monday 19 September) until Friday 23 September, I am offering my readers a free electronic copy of my recently published collection of poetry, “Refractions”.

If you would like to receive a free copy of “Refractions” please send an email to:

newauthoronline (at) gmail (dot) com (the address is rendered thus to avoid spammers).

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While there is no obligation on recipients to review “Refractions”, it would be much appreciated if those in receipt of a free copy would please consider writing an honest review in return for same.

For details about “Refractions” please visit HERE

Many thanks and kind regards.
Kevin

Vulture

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He met a vulture
Of sculpture
Fine.
To him she did seem divine.
Her words
Would the pretty birds
Charm
And all scruples disarm.

No alarm
He heeded
Though his conscience pleaded,
But none interceded
And the ground was seeded
With a poisoned crop.

Chop, chop
Her beak went
And a heart
Was forever rent.
He played his part
And set it down as art.