The Blue Hour Magazine publishes poems and short stories and encourages authors to submit their work, (http://thebluehourmagazine.com/submissions/). I have just started following the magazine.
Kevin
Thud, the sound of a ball being kicked against the wall drifts up to me, as I lie in the dormitory.
Me sick but strangely content to lie abed while my fellow pupils play below. The room is peaceful save for the distant noise of the ball. A gentle breze stirs the curtains. I read, perhaps Palgrave’s Golden Treasury.
Oh the tranquillity, would that I could be ill more often.
The ever generous Kev Cooper has interviewed yours truly. Many thanks to Kev for his tireless work on behalf of fellow authors. You can find my interview here (http://kevs-domain.net/2015/03/27/kai-presents-kevin-morris/).
Kevin
Look into your heart at close of day
Do you see darkness, light or shades of grey?
Do you face a conscience bright, or thoughts which disturb throughout the night?
Where they one of a kind?
Did they in romance combine?
Did they dance through the night by the moonlight?
Did the stars up above shine down on their love?
Was it joy they did find?
Who knows, she left her shoes behind.
Be still my sleeping brain. But no, like a train you career along tracks of fear and pain.
Looking out of the window I see demons glaring at me. Monsters from the past after me dash ingendering terror and shame.
Oh dear god still my racing brain.
(The above was inspired by the following post on Behind the White Coat, https://doctorly.wordpress.com/2015/03/22/etude-to-silence/?c=16368#comment-16368) in which Victo discusses the problems encountered by some when they encounter silence. When one sleeps the distractions which keep us from silence are removed and the subconscious is given full reign. During the wee small hours when we sleep terrors creep out of their hiding places to torment us.
The Liverpool Echo has an article detailing how increasing numbers of students attending the city’s university are turning to prostitution. With the increase in university tuition fees some students are seeing escorting as a quick and easy way to make money, (http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/liverpool-news/liverpool-students-selling-sex-pay-6687922).
My book, Samantha tells the fictional story of how a young woman is forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a Liverpool night club, save her or will she end her days in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Docks?
It should be stressed that the article in the Liverpool Echo deals with women who have entered the sex industry without coercion, although some commentators believe that economic circumstances (a lack of resources and opportunities) do constitute economic coercion (I.E. most people entering prostitution have no other alternative).
For Samantha please visit http://www.amazon.com/Samantha-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI
An interesting article on Mail Online’s site about unusual Kindle book covers (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3004823/Try-not-judge-books-covers-world-s-worst-hilarious-Kindle-ebook-artwork-revealed.html).
“Trust the people” he said, in a manner most beguiling.
The people harkened to his words, their eyes smiling and, afar off the sound of knives being sharpened was heard.
Laughter hides the pain inside, or do I over analyse?
Your words spoken, truth or lies? maybe I overanalyse?
Your passing kiss doth us divide, perchance I overanalyse?
Your smile conceals the hurt inside, perhaps I overanalyse.
K Morris - Poet 