so the spider hangs – New Book

My new book is now live!

It’s a short story concerning an Earth Angel, Love, Life & Death, Nature, the Universe, Imagination, Reality, Awakening and Existence.

It’s available here at …

LULU

Barnes & Noble

Amazon UK

Amazon.com

And other online stores.

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The image with the prism rainbow is a reflection from my window and I think it looks pretty neat especially as it gives the shadow some light and fits pretty well with the story.

Thank you.

Edit.

I forgot to add some snippets from the book, so here they are 🙂

There is a silent calm travelling through his life, it permeates his being, his actions, his connections: he is a tree amongst the noises of humanity. Sometimes he thought of himself as wandering in soulless oblivion, then he thought of himself as wandering in search of she who understands. She who is equal to his silence; she who is the shadow to his tree, or he the shadow of hers.

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Sitting one time in the silence and deathly stillness of an emerging sunrise he had a moment of acuity, for there on the horizon time was being born. He became aware of how mighty is silence and stillness and of how, even for a few seconds, this gap in time was magical and eternal. He lived in this moment and came to see the endless possibilities of thought.

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The raven in the sunshine gleams in its blackness. Its bulky shadow gives flight to its consciousness and thus its intelligence. Its beak points while those eyes, looking beyond what mere humans can see, penetrate the arena and off into the fields of time and mystery where the knowledge of all things become known. The raven in the sunshine gleams deep in the pleasure of its secrets, and at once he sees the beauty of it all, but seeing is not having. He can hear the distant musicians. He can see the collection of art. He can see the butterfly dazzling the flower with its own beauty. He can see the clouds as they move in their silent caress of the universe. He can see the colours of humanity, and at once the pain of it all struck him with sharp needles of confusion.

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Naked are the stars in winter as they caress the evening sky with their immense solitude, like so many leaves blinking when they fall and flutter in the breeze as moonlight kisses them. He lays upon the ground watching the rhythmic blinking where he drifts into an unconscious moment of trepidation. Dare he allow himself to sink into the flesh of life shining above him? Dare he allow his soul to touch those many deaths and births? Dare he begin to forget her so he can begin to know her? Dare he and if he dares, how does he begin?

What if…

What if when we sleep
parts of our deep subconscious minds
coalesce to form their individual energies
into one superconscious entity
to cultivate our existence

What if when we are awake
we cultivate good positive thoughts
so when these energies coalesce
the entity will shine for us

What if when we die
our spirit lives on
within the superconscious

What if when we're born
our elemental tears stimulate the whole

What if...

chaos birthing

My presence is
less than a dream
more than a smile
equal to the chaos within

I, here in this ink, flow
only when moments and feelings
allow my blood to believe

The unmoving mid-winter day
settles to restrict her music
to nothing more than beautiful silence

I wander to the horizon
where clouds kiss the end
of ...

My presence is
more than a dream
less than a smile
chaos birthing

There is a spirit

There is a spirit announcing
a spirit of glass
a spirit behind me
a spirit called past

There is a spirit deceiving
to be what is not
to be a whole thing
to be my last shot

There is a spirit encroaching
a spirit to feel
a spirit of beginning
a spirit called real

There is a spirit bleeding
to be here with me
to be my punctuation
to be my reality

There is a spirit within
a spirit of darkness
a spirit of light
a spirit called yes

There is a spirit... Oh my
to be unspoken
to be heard by me
to be love's token

Yes, there is a spirit
a spirit without wings
a spirit unbroken
a spirit who sings

Oh my...

New book on the horizon!

There’s a new book out soon. Hopefully before the end of October, or earlier!

I won’t say too much apart from the fact that I’ve been writing it on and off since 1999 and that it’s a novella of a little over 30,000 words.

I’ve had one proof copy and been editing the manuscript for a while and now I think it’s time for me to order a second proof. I have the cover sorted but that’s not being shown yet. What I will show you though is the little blurb from the back cover.

This is a story for children. It’s a story of chess, of bullying and of family. It takes place during the final week of the summer term of 1999 when the school’s chess tournament takes place. Rory (11) is a bully, but he is a natural at chess, Stewart (11) is also an excellent player, but not on the bully’s level.

During the week tensions rise, especially when Rory falls for Stewart’s sister, Cleo (13), without realising who she is. This then becomes a complex and confusing condition for all parties, leading to anger, tears, inner struggles, fear, and hate all combining to give this story a realism of torment, solitude, family and love.

And there you have it 🙂

Why can’t we?

When you see a bird soaring
what is it you see,
flying feathers, moving sky
or movements of mind?
When you wade into the ocean
what is it you feel,
chilled skin, soft underfoot
or softness of mind?
When you climb to the highest peak
what is it you know,
breathless scenery, free space
or freedom of mind?
Is it a reality?
Or is it that as we live in the shadows
of destruction
of pain
of sorrow & fear
of unrelenting anger,
is it that we strive
to search out freedoms in our life
to climb on the shoulders of reality
to find peace?
When surely, all we need to do
is accept the fact
that none of this is real
and we are merely a blink
on the surface of thought.
We are here for such a short time
so why can't we be free
why can't we have peace
why can't we make this our reality
instead of just a dream...

(edited from 2017, and no idea how this formatting is how it is. WordPress, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it!)