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Another great review of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”

I was delighted to receive another great review of my recently released collection of poetry, “Refractions”:

“This is another wonderful collection of poems from this author. I obviously enjoyed some more than others, as is generally the case in collections of any
sort, but all were a delight to read. The inclusion of links to articles, or comments about people or situations, that inspired some of the poems was an
interesting touch too.

Though I enjoyed all of the poems, “Ethereal” and “Train” were my favourite poems, with “Poems and Flowers” and “Nightmare” not far behind on the list
of the poems I liked best from this collection.

*Note: I was given a free copy of this book by the author, in exchange for an honest review. However, this has in no way influenced my opinion of the book,
nor the contents of this review”.
(For the review please visit, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1741884437?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1).
Thank you to the reviewer, Victoria Zigler, for taking the time to read and review “Refractions”.

My latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” is available to purchase in the Amazon Kindle store

Refractions

I am pleased to announce that my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” is available to purchase in the Kindle store. To read a free sample of “Refractions”, or to buy the book, please visit Amazon HERE (for the UK) and HERE (for the US).

The book description for “Refractions reads as follows:
“The poet may redact
The light that through his poem does refract.
But the reader will therein construe
That she believes to be true”.

Light refracts causing confusion as to where it is going in the same
way that poems do. What the reader thinks the poet means and
what he actually does are often 2 rather different things but readers
will, none the less draw their own conclusions (eroneous or
otherwise).

(For my previous collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” please visit http://moyhill.com/lost/).

My Latest Collection of poetry “Refractions” is Scheduled for Publication by end August 2016

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I am aiming to publish my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” in the next 10-14 days. The collection derives it’s title from my poem “Refractions” which runs thus:

“The poet may redact
The light that through his poem does refract.
But the reader will therein construe
That she believes to be true”.

In the same way that light refracts, so to does poetry. What the reader sees in a poem is not (necessarily) what the poet intended him to perceive. Likewise different readers will interpret the same poem in diverse ways. The poet, for his part may obfuscate his meaning, while the whiley reader will dig deep and, perhaps get near the essence of the poem.
If anyone would like a free copy of “Refractions” in return for an honest review, please contact me via newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (the address is rendered in this manner to defeat spammers).

Many thanks,

Kevin

Pubs and Books

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What could be more pleasant than a cooling pint on a hot summer’s day? A cooling pint and a good book.
I have been popping into the Westow House in Crystal Palace for some time now. They do an excellent Sunday roast and out of sheer politeness I feel obliged to have a pint or two while enjoying the convivial atmosphere of the pub!
I was unaware until Sunday 14 August that in addition to serving good food, the Westow House also hosts a small library. Having discovered this fact, I have donated a copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” to the pub’s library. The Westow is a busy place so I like to think that from time to time a pub goer will take down my book and enjoy a quiet read.
For “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” please visit http://moyhill.com/lost/. For details of the Westow House please see http://westowhouse.com/.

No Need for Roses

No need for roses to impress
The girl in the short summer dress,
Though there is wine a plenty
To fill the empty
Cup.

A man may sup
And not be filled
Though wine be spilled
Upon the sheet
Where nectar sweet
Runs
And the great tide comes
In once more
To sigh
And die
On barren shore.

Nice

As inconsequencial as a child who did say
As she walked past the aquarium yesterday,
“I have fish like that”.

Me, on my way from my flat
To the pub, thought of France
And innocent children who can no longer dance.

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There is a shop selling tropical fish, reptiles etc some 10 minutes walk from my home. While strolling along to the pub yesterday evening (Sunday 17 July),I overheard the above snatch of conversation.