Here I am reading from my latest poetry collection, Broken Roses. It’s a more darker collection than After the Rain or my other writings. It deals with death, solitude, loneliness, suicide, darkness, aphantasia, insomnia, love and memories.
Thanks for watching.
Here it is! The proof copy of my new book has arrived and I have to say I love the cover.
The title is a tad on the dark side but it encompasses the contents as well as the cover. More on this another time as the book isn’t quite ready yet, hopefully before the end of the month. Bit more editing to do.
I just wanted to show it, couldn’t resist as I do love the cover.
I created it by talking a photo of the back of my hand (the original title of the book was going to be Veins) and then altered it using Photoshop and that is how it came out, just wonderful.
is that slight shift
that almost nothing of air
shadow and vision
its peripheral nest; its lair
A quick update on my new book of poetry.
I’ve uploaded the pdf, the cover images and played about with the cover maker on Lulu. It did say however that my image might not print as expected, something to do with frame rate but I’ve read that others have gone ahead and printed and it’s come out fine so I’ll wait and see as I’ve just ordered a proof copy 😀
So fingers crossed that I’ll soon be anouncing the new book and a competition (although I said this the last time with Broken Roses and forgot!).
It carries on, in a way, from Broken Roses and hopefully it runs neat from dark to light, or lightish hehe and also I have it so it’s kind of cicular.
And it’s called … hmmm not yet 😀
Life without you is
the unwritten page of love.
Haiku is birdsong
Nothing is permanent
Nothing is real
Nothing surrounds us
The nothing can’t feel
Be happy with you
Embrace all you are
Step out of the nothing
And you’ll sure go far
Permanent is nothing
Real is untrue
Your surroundings are here
Make your real come true
You may have noticed I have changed my header wording. The site is still the same but instead of calling it Like the sun shone it is now called A Gap in the Clouds which is the same as the site’s web address.
Also as you can see from the photo I am in the process of editing and sorting my latest poetry collection. While I was sorting them last night I noticed that there was a nice little pile with a nature theme running through them so I think I shall put them aside for now and concentrate on the original idea with the rest of the poems.
The book will, in a way, carry on from the last book Broken Roses but not so dark. I do have a title and I like it but I think it will more than likely change so I’ll keep quiet for now.
It was such a long time ago when she gave me a gift; I didn’t know what it meant, perhaps I still don’t. Time is a distant memory and it was a very long time ago, but so is now and we have so little of it. Looking back I see I can fold time and see her, but not see her.
This memory thing we have, this prophetic voice inside us tells us things we remember and we use these things to prophesize our lives. All because of time and our running out of it. We believe in something ghostly. We trust in something distant from our understanding and so we live not for ourselves but for our memories of time yet within us knowledge exists and so we listen to the teachers, but are they right or wrong?
A little side note here.
I am currently working on my new collection of poetry, similar in size to Broken Roses and kind of carrying on from that book but not so dark and deathly. This was the last poem I was going to include and thought it would work as a prose poem but seeing it like this I don’t think it does as it reads more as an essay type thing so here it is for you all to peruse.
Thank you again to those who have bought my books, you’re all very my appreciated.