K Morris reading his poem ‘I Heard Leaves Fall’.
My book ‘The Suspect and other tales’ will be available for free from the 14th July – 18th July 2020.
Tales of the unexpected, ranging from stories of crime and vengeance through to ghostly happenings in an ancient mansion.
A photograph showing the front cover of my soon to be released collection ‘Light and shade; serious (and not so serious poems)’.
Life is full of light and shade. For to be human is to experience joy, beauty, love, pain and laughter. This collection reflects all facets of human experience. hence the title ‘Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious poems)’.
My book Samantha will be available for free in the Kindle store from Tuesday 16th June until Saturday 20th June.
Samantha tells the story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a nightclub, save her? Or will Sam end her life in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Dock?
I was pleased to read this review of my short story, “Samantha, which the reviewer entitles “A crime thriller with a gripping plot, atmosphere and a sprinkling of romance”:
“I downloaded this short novel when it was being offered free on Amazon Kindle and I was pleasantly surprised by how good it was. It had a gripping plot, good characterisation and plenty of ‘atmosphere’; things that can be lacking in short stories …”.
To read the full review please visit, https://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R2YUTS78WBRB01/ref=cm_cr_srp_d_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B00BL3CNHI.
To read “Samantha”, or to download a free sample, please go to https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00BL3CNHI/
I saw flowers on my way
The hands are almost at half past
Everyone has their thing
‘Samantha’ tells a story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a nightclub, save her? Or will Sam end her life in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Dock?
‘The Suspect and other tales’ contains stories of the unexpected, ranging from tales of crime and vengeance, through to ghostly happenings in an ancient mansion.
‘My old clock I wind and other poems’ is a collection of 74 new and original poems. It contains both melancholy and more cheerful pieces contrasting the fact that We can enjoy life – but at the same time cannot escape its inevitable end.
As we pass
Along life’s path.
There are tears too
For me and you
For every year
Must have it’s end.
‘Lost in the labyrinth of my mind‘ is a collection of poems about nature, love, and life in general.
Me reading my poem ‘The crooked tree’.
“I shall give it up one day.
But I have bills to pay
And its an easy way
To earn cash.
I am not rash
(Like some of the others you may know).
So let us go
To your room
Where I shall for a while
Dispell your gloom
With my painted smile”.
Most of you will know me as a poet. I have, however also published a number of short stories, one of which, “Run For Your Life” is reproduced below. Please note that “Run For Your Life” contains strong language. If you are offended by such language you may wish to skip the below.
“Run For Your Life” can be found in “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00QQVJC7E.
Wanker flirting with that barmaid like that. He says that he was just having a laugh but I’m sick of it. Everytime we go out it’s the same
“Oh its just a laugh Lucy. Just chill out, get a life”.
“I’ll get a life without you” I told him as I threw my vodka and coke in his face. He was furious but give him his due he didn’t retaliate. He’s a womanising arsehole but he has never been violent.
Its dark walking home. Still its only 20 minutes from the pub to my flat. He’d better not think of coming back there, tosser! Shit its raining. I’ll be drenched. I new that I should have called a cab but I was so het up, not thinking straight.
That blokes been following me for the past few minutes. Don’t panic Lucy it’s a coincidence. He just happens to be going in the same direction as you.
I can’t see his face. That hat pulled down almost hiding his eyes, I don’t like it. Christ he’s walking fast, almost running. Keep calm he just wants to get home out of the rain the same as you. But he’s running straight at you. Fuck the alley’s empty just this weirdo and me. Scream, call for help. But he hasn’t done anything, he’s only running. Shout anyway it will scare him away.
“Help, help someone please help”.
There are no houses around here. No one can hear me. I shouldn’t have gone down this short cut, It saves 5 minutes but its taken me away from the main street. Oh Christ why didn’t I call a cab. Please, please god help me. He’s running now. I can here him calling for me to stop. You must be fucking joking mate I’m not stopping for you! I can’t run in these heels. Off they come. I haven’t been to the gym for ages. God I’m so out of condition I’m wheezing like an old man. My chest’s killing me and I’ve a stitch in my right side. Must rest. Can’t rest he’ll catch you. Must stop for a moment. I can’t. Oh fuck he’s still gaining on me I wish I’d kept going to the gym with the girls. Please, please no he’s almost on top of me. Run, Run Lucy, must get away. I can see the street lights up ahead. Just one more spurt and your back in civilisation.
He’s waving. What the hell does he expect me to do, I’m not stopping! Oh Christ he’s caught up with me. He’s got something in his hand and he’s pointing it at me. God is it a gun? Why me?
“You left this on the bar. God lady you where in a hurry. I thought I’d never catch up with you. This is your mobile isn’t it?”