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“The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, by K Morris, is now available for preorder in the Amazon Kindle store

I am pleased to announce that my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” is now available for preorder in the Amazon Kindle store (the book goes live on 3 September so, if you order prior to that date, your purchase will be delivered on the publication date).

The title poem runs thus:

“You accuse me of hiding in my ivory tower.
I answer that I have no power,
Other than my pen
Which, when
It scratches,
Sometimes catches
The truth of the matter,
Causing the fine porcelain
Of your ideals to shatter,
Revealing the stain
Called human nature.
For each man is a prater
And the writer’s pen
Can interpret the hearts of men”.

To preorder “The Writer’s Pen” please visit https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (for the UK) and https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (for the USA).

Author News for Poet Kevin Morris

I was delighted to receive the braille edition of my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” through the post today.

I had emailed The Royal National Institute of Blind People (RNIB) on 8 August with a request that my book be transcribed into braille. On the same date I received an acknowledgement of my request and today (as already mentioned) my pamphlet was delivered. Hats off to RNIB for their excellent work!

My previous collection, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” is also available, in braille from the RNIB, https://newauthoronline.com/2017/08/09/my-old-clock-i-wind-and-other-poems-is-available-in-braille-from-rnib/.

The ebook and print versions of “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” will be available in September, so the braille edition is the first on the block!

RNIB have provided me with my own personal copy of “The Writer’s Pen” (it is not currently available for loan or sale from them). I will, however contact RNIB with a request that they add my latest collection to their stock in order that it is available to other braille users.

As many of you will know, I was honoured to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer, of The World Poetry Reading Series, on Thursday 9 August, https://newauthoronline.com/2018/08/05/kevins-poetry-to-be-featured-on-the-world-poetry-reading-series-at-110-pm-on-thursday-9-august/, regarding “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”.

I am pleased to report that the interview went well (my phone behaved itself and I dialled in 10 minutes prior to the start of the interview)!

I shall post a link to the podcast of my interview once this becomes available.

You can listen to my previous interview on The World Poetry Reading Series by following this link, http://moyhill.com/clock/assets/km_interview2-world_poetry_cafe-2017.04.05.mp3.

I Know A Young Lady Called Bess

I know a young lady called Bess
Who wears a little black dress.
She is extremely pretty
And always witty
But her hair’s such a terrible mess!

I know a young lady called Bess
Who stole a little black dress.
A policeman named More
Said “stop in the name of the law!
My love for you I must confess!”.

William Blake finally honoured with a gravestone at his final resting place

William Blake finally honoured with a gravestone at his last resting place

She, Being Tired

She, being tired
He allowed her to stay.
No longer desired
For he had had his way
With her.
Was it compassion that did stir
Within?
Twas regret for what
Some call sin,
Though not enough
For him to be done with such stuff.

Passion hot
Does soon cool
And the fool
Is left
Bereft .
His heart full
Of a dull
Sympathy
For a she
Who is he.

I Know A Young Dominatrix Named Maria

I know a young dominatrix named Maria
Who comes from a placed called Korea.
I don’t like the handcuff
Or other such stuff
But I’m very fond of Maria …

2 Poems About My Guide Dog Trigger

Dog And Ball:


My head full

Of dull
Thought.
Then the ball you caught
And waving your tail
Did derail
My introspection.
How can I suffer dejection
When I recollect your playful snort
And the ball you caught?

Early Morning Walk:


My dog snuffles

and scuffles
amongst the leaves.
He is just there
With no care
For what I think
As I drink
In the fresh morning air.