Thus post has been written by guest blogger Sara, of ‘The Little Book Blogger. The original can be read at: http://thelittlebookbloggeronline.weebly.com/full-book-discussion-13-reasons-why.html Thank you Sara, for bring this book to our attention. and thank you Jay Asher for bringing this issue to our attention Michael Forester     Sara writes: This isn’t a full review but […]

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          Gonna send an invitation out to every goddam nation. Come on guys, we’re gonna to have a bash. 400,000’s quite a number – hit ‘em while they sleep and slumber. Come on guys, we’re gonna have a bash. We’ve come to play! There ain’t no rules here, we’re just into […]

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    What’s your reaction when you lose something important? It used to throw me into an abject panic as I considered the potential consequences of my loss, the ramifications sometimes seeming well beyond the rational. I look back now and observe with some amusement how welded I have been to my plans for my […]

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Deja que un ser amigo For Jose Rizal Nole me Tangere, brother mine; not while my words kneel weeping where you fell. Shield me in you shadow, mi hermano and I will place my hands around your own.   I see the pen you hold, Jose My wrists are shackled to your stake. I feel […]

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February 2017 We’re on tour in the Philippines. Having left home on 15 February, I have been travelling, speaking and signing books in Universities, High Schools and at an international convention for twelve consecutive days now, with up to three events per day. The schedule, managed by the indefatigable Professor Pascual, has been a delight, […]

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  Visit to Global Innovative College 21st February 2017   Huge thanks to Global Innovative College for their invitation to visit on 21st February and their associated Facebook announcement: British Contemporary Author, Mr. MICHAEL FORESTER (Author of the books The Goblin Child & Dragonsong) comes to Global Innovative College for a Special Lecture titled ‘Unshackling […]

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  I am delighted to announce my forthcoming book signing and speaking tour of the Philippines, 16th February to 7th March 2017. At the invitation of The University of Makati Circle of Professional Educators and Dr Janet Pascual, I have been requested to deliver keynote speeches to the International Convention on Outcome Based Education on […]

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A tremendous review for The Goblin Child has appeared at Hubpages:  http://hub.me/akSh3 My thanks to Alicia Rose Harrell for her fine review The Goblin Child and other stories: entire book cover. | Source The Goblin Child and other stories (2016) Michael Forester is a prolific contemporary poet and author. He has proven via the book […]

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                      A black man lies a-bleeding and he’d better not be dead For carrying a book the cops have shot him in the head And a people rise in anger for the fear that lies ahead That terror marches on   Mine eyes have seen […]

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We are in beautiful Somerset once again. We have come to sign copies of Dragonsong for literary dragon hunters in the cultural and historic city of Bath. We are here once more at the invitation of Waterstones. Mr Waterstone has been good to us and we have now signed books in six of his stores […]

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So we come to Anderwood where the tall Scots Pines reach up to eternity. We have come to watch the love of my life as once more she begins to prepare herself for her long sleep. We have eyes only for her as she goes about her bedding ritual.   A mattress of coarse bracken […]

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    Come Christians and Muslims wherever you are And gather together, connect from afar Abandon your weapons and follow your Star If Humanity yet is worth saving Then lay down your arms in the graves you have dug For the times, they should be a-changing.   Come presidents, ministers, take some advice Acknowledge you’re […]

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    Sometimes, when walking in the Forest, the way is very clear.           Sometimes the path is steep, requiring effort. Sometimes it is much easier. At other times there are obstacles to be negotiated.         Some paths we thought would take us forward, we find blocked.   […]

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Today, for the first time, I am using this blog to review the work of another author, Shark Alley by Stephen Carver. I used to think I knew Nineteenth century history and literature. And then I read Shark Alley. Spanning the first half of the century, the time setting of this remarkable book allows the […]

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Congratulations on your astute decision to purchase of one of our fine range of gazebos. You will be the envy and toast of all your friends at this summer’s garden party for your wise choice. We wish you many happy hours of delirious enjoyment of our status enhancing product. Here are a few pointers to […]

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  Here ends the life of a victim washed up on an English shore. Placed two million and nine he stood in a line and behind him stood two million more.   He had run through the ruins of Mosul With his wife from Allepo they fled. Through mine fields and shell holes and barefoot […]

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It’s not all writing. We wouldn’t want it to be. Today we are visiting independent bookshops with a view to arranging signings. So on one of the hottest day of the year to date we head out to Wimborne and Gulliver’s Bookshop where a very pleasant young-lady-manager explains that they don’t do signings at Gullivers […]

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I wake with a picture in my mind. It takes a moment to realise it’s the old dismantled Brockenhurst to Ringwood railway line at Longslade Bottom. This is the first morning after the implant operation that I’ve felt fit enough to take a decent walk and I’m filled with the urge to go there. So […]

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      As we approach the Dragon breeding season there are a number of important pieces of advice the Dragon Conservation Society wishes to offer to the public.   1 Dragon Mating   Should you look out of the aircraft window on the way to your fortnight in Tourmalines this summer and see a […]

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Does God have a sense of humour? You may think there are more important matters to consider in a world of turmoil and uncertainty. I’m not so sure. Yesterday I visited an apartment I’m about to rent out to tenants. I wanted to make sure I was giving them the correct set of keys (Wot […]

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The Well Meaning   We had other things we shared: a conspiratorial eye; the fantasised axioms of unassailable certainty.   The world’s an easy place to change, when fettered only by caution, embalmed in an all too comfortable sufficiency.   So we took no prisoners; slaughtered the guileless shibboleths of the acquiescent, left our boot […]

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Peak Oil   Have you not heard? The pen is mightier than the sword, they say, mightier, sharper, dissevering deep between a mortal’s spirit and his soul.   How swiftly the embodied shed their glorious clouds, those wispy trails of echoed godliness, only to see them blown away upon the troposphere where Decima writes the […]

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Poets Die Young   In case I die too fast of this sad wound, thought light it seems to be, take note that I refuse to let this mortal flesh rest silent in a graveyard row with countless other men. For men may rather count on me to rage and row as if appointed spokesman […]

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  Poets Die Young   In case I die too fast of this sad wound, thought light it seems to be, take note that I refuse to let this mortal flesh rest silent in a graveyard row with countless other men. For men may rather count on me to rage and row as if appointed […]

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Peak Oil       Have you not heard? The pen is mightier than the sword, they say, mightier, sharper, dissevering deep between a mortal’s spirit and his soul.   How swiftly the embodied shed their glorious clouds, those wispy trails of echoed godliness, only to see them blown away upon the troposphere where Decima […]

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The Well Meaning   We had other things we shared: a conspiratorial eye; the fantasised axioms of unassailable certainty.   The world’s an easy place to change when fettered only by caution, embalmed in an all too comfortable sufficiency.   So we took no prisoners; slaughtered the guileless shibboleths of the acquiescent, stamped our boot […]

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  I have built my ramparts in the face of advancing armies. I have erected my sea defences as the bombardment of the waves begins. I have underpinned my walls against creeping decay. I have insulated my inner sanctum even as the first snows of winter begin to form ice crystals over the portals of […]

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Solstice   There will be a reason stated, it will be known clearly why. There will be a new unveiling, demonstrations from on high, There will be a revelation of all truths yet by and by. Jars of honey turned, upended, in the brightest, clearest sky Will make a new anointing of the hearts that never […]

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There has been so much goodness and light in my day and in this current lifetime. I want to thank you all who have been a part of it, the named and the nameless, the seen the unseen and the sometimes seen. You have made, do make, and will make my experience in this body […]

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A PERSONAL MESSAGE FROM THOMAS HARDY Whilst conducting our business in the fair Cathedral city of Winchester yesterday, the Mayor of Casterbridge and I were surrounded by a mighty press of persons in the vicinity of the shop of good Mr Waterstone, the book seller. I have had cause to frequent Mr Waterstone’s shop in […]

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      I was walking down the high street in The Town this morning and passed the estate agent through which I bought my apartment. There it was in the window, with a big proud ‘SOLD’ stamped across it diagonally in red. I bought it 7 months ago so though I’m not complaining, I […]

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Huge thanks to Ben McGrail and his team at BBC Radio Somerset for a fantastic interview yesterday. I can’t recall ever being treated more sensitively with regards to deafness.  

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          He stands, black leather bible in hand, between two yellow flags that flap out selectively un-contextualised words of scripture like a pair of oversized budgerigars on steroids. What I notice first about Him is his eyes, his hunted eyes, that belie his purported belief in the message he wants me […]

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    I moved apartments this week. I’ve been renovating the destination apartment for several months now, so I’ve been able to transfer the possessions I use less frequently a few at a time. Nevertheless, the final move, even with Werner’s speedy and professional assistance (http://tiny.cc/3g50ay), has been a big job. Werner said I mustn’t […]

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Matt retired last week. Twelve years as an active working dog has come to an end. Julie came down from Hearing Dogs for Deaf People and decommissioned him. Not that Matt knew of course. He just goes on doing what he always did. But there is one crucial difference – he no longer has a […]

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    There comes a time in every author’s life (well maybe some author’s lives) (ok, this author’s life) when he has to admit he’s lost so much weight that his profile photo just isn’t hacking it any more.     So he looks through his album to see if anything still looks like him.  […]

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The Goodreads Dragonsong worldwide giveaway Opens 7th April https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/181615-dragonsong Rebekah, daughter of Merlin and noblewoman of Albion has been driven to madness by the murder of her lover Vidar. In her torment she bargains with the Prince of Demons to turn her into a dragon. Once transformed, she seeks to take revenge upon her father, […]

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Dragonsong is here, and it’s free. If you live in the UK you can enter the Goodreads giveaway to win a free copy of Dragonsong: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/179208   Giveaway opens 21st March, closes 29th March.   If you’re not in the UK, please be patient. I will be notifying further giveaways  for other countries over the […]

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                      Scheherazade Suite     I came to the University of the Universe. I came to the place of words seeking sustenance for my soul. A decade of drought had parched the vapid landscape. The famine was familial, the ennui unending. Nurturing had been neglected. […]

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                        I don’t really pay much attention to dreams. To someone like me the world is as it seems. But what I dreamed last night – it caused me to wake, left me soaking in sweat, made my whole body shake. I was walking […]

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  Continued from Part 2   Maria groaned. “But we’ve done four times this weekend already! And anyway Jurassic is far too dangerous, and we haven’t filed a flight plan and…” Her voice was drowned by a well honed grizzle from the back seat.   “Mummieeeeee! Daddy promised. I want to do one more time […]

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  Continued from Part 1   On the other hand, option B was to cave in with all the moral fortitude of melting jelly and grant his daughter the request for “one more time”. In this case he would lose about an hour of his evening. But with a bit of luck Jasmine might go […]

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      “Oh pleeezzzeeee! Daddy pleeeezzzeee! Can’t we do just one more time? Just one more before we go home.” Seven year old Jasmine’s incisive voice managed yet again to resonate through the vehicle in inverse proportion to her size and age.   Donald Cunningham was tired. The family had been visiting all weekend […]

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The Poet That Ran Out Of Rhyme     There’s a metaphor just beyond reaching An intuitive je ne sais quoi It’s a wave that was all set for beaching that dispersed in a dearth of sangfroid.   It’s a mirror that gives no reflection Like a clock’s hands too tired to turn It’s a […]

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            You take the pine dining suite; the chairs are rickety, almost gone. They are nearly as old as our love. We bought them the year our first child was born.   I shall compensate myself with the sofa from the lounge – the one we bought twelve years ago, […]

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    I am darkness I am light burning day and blackened night. I am laughter I am pain I am sunshine I am rain. I am force unleashed in power, I am the Tao within the flower. I am spirit, I am essence, solid rock and effervescence, unbound strength and burning fire, satiate, yet […]

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    Asphyxiation       He is sitting in a small study, facing a window that stares out over terracotta rooftops to the foliage beyond, which even now is sliding into the chaotic dilapidation of autumn. Lost, somewhere amongst the unmapped mountain ranges of his mind, occasionally he stumbles on a single thought that […]

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The Thespian I have outlived my time. Born to a life of tinkering, I have been forced against my will to live into an age when the concept of repair has become alien. To your generation the mere thought of mending a domestic appliance is laughable. Yours is the age of the disposable, the throwaway. […]

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Bull’s Christmas Shopping   Bull went into the shopping mall, His Christmas presents to buy A clock for Aunt Maude, A teapot for Claude And a kite for his nephew to fly.   But Albert the sheep With considerable cheek (But on Bull, well, he always relies) Had asked for a comb and some hair […]

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The Fly with the Sty in His Eye I once did espy From the side of my eye A little black fly As he flew through the sky And that poor little fly Had a sty in his eye.   “Would you like me to try,” I said to the fly, “To put balm on […]

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Have you ever thought how posh is The gnat in his galoshes? Then remember how much dosh is represented when he sloshes Through the snow. And consider how much tosh is Often spoken of galoshes when the gnat sits down and noshes and when he –  but oh my gosh! Is that the time? Then […]

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    Genghis: An obituary   This is the obituary Of Ghengis, my beloved flea A member of my family Whose passing was calamity.   Now Genghis hatched a tiny flea As little as the eye could see but nonetheless would grow to be A special flea, a prodigy. He grew into maturity Comporting with […]

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  The March of The Darkness Bearers     When the world enters its Netherdeath, silence will seep from the fissures of Edenspring to pool like venous blood from an odious battle wound.   Then will come the Darkness Bearers.   They will march from the land that some call ‘East,’ whereof the Fathers write […]

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                                     There’s a full moon tonight, and a sky full of stars, but they’re hidden behind a dense bank of cloud that smothers the light like a fire blanket thrown over a blaze. He’s waited close to the Drop Point, concealed behind a tree since before eleven p.m. with nothing to read but the Flight […]

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  The deal was quite a simple one really. Charles – that’s my sister Marcie’s husband – believes in ghosts and I don’t. At least I didn’t. He’s got money and I haven’t, so when he challenged me to put my beliefs to the test with the offer of a big fat payoff, I wasn’t […]

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Blog Post 49: Des Res Part 4   Continued from Part 3   Of course, I was doubled up with laughter by now! But I can remember what I said, down to the last word. “Well shit on my grave, Charlie-baby,” I said to him “The spirits are here for you and not me after […]

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  Continued from part 2   Nothing of note happened during the evening. I contented myself with reading the newspaper and glancing occasionally at Charles, who had eventually slid into the green armchair on the other side of the inglenook. Well, about midnight, just after the obligatory antique grandfather chimed the new day in, the […]

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  Continued from Part 1       It opened straight into the living room where, twenty feet away at the end of the room, the olde-worlde wood burner blazed in a perfect New Forest inglenook. Have you ever entered a room where the fire was burning in the grate yet it still feels cold? […]

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  The deal was quite a simple one really. Charles – that’s my sister Marcie’s husband – believes in ghosts and I don’t. At least I didn’t. He’s got money and I haven’t, so when he challenged me to put my beliefs to the test with the offer of a big fat payoff, I wasn’t […]

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                                             He bends all four knees again, leans forwards and lifts. The effort is phenomenal. Mentally he instructs the motors of his gossamers to lift him. Their pitch rises until they are screeching, but the weight is too great and he remains floor bound. Eventually he gives up, reconciles himself to […]

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            He waits a moment to reassure himself that the household is still sleeping, then turns his attention back to his ascent. Just before the top of the stairs he dons his oxygen mask (probably unnecessary at this altitude, but standard procedure for all structures above ground level, and anyway, […]

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He checks his FP again. He can’t remember the last time he’s made a mistake, but he checks anyway. ‘There are old pilots and there are bold pilots,’ as the old mess hall cliché goes, ‘but there are no old, bold pilots.’ Almost noiselessly he glides forward over the tiled floor, ingrained with dirt transferred […]

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There’s a full moon tonight, and a sky full of stars, but they’re hidden behind a dense bank of cloud. He’s waited close to the drop point, concealed behind a tree since before 23.00 hours with nothing to read but the Flight Plan – or FP as everyone calls it. Transport was running ahead of […]

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                  When the world enters its Netherdeath, silence will seep from the fissures of Edenspring to pool like venous blood from an odious battle wound.   Then will come the Darkness Bearers.   They will march from the land that some call ‘East,’ whereof the Fathers write […]

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                This is the obituary Of Genghis, my beloved flea A member of my family Whose passing was calamity.        Now Genghis hatched a tiny flea As little as the eye could see but nonetheless would grow to be A special flea, a prodigy. He grew into maturity […]

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Have you ever thought how posh is The gnat in his galoshes? Then remember how much dosh is represented when he sloshes Through the snow. And consider how much tosh is Often spoken of galoshes when the gnat sits down and noshes and when he –  oh my gosh! Is that the time? Then I […]

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I once did espy From the side of my eye A little black fly As he flew through the sky And that poor little fly Had a sty in his eye.   “Would you like me to try,” I said to the fly, “To put balm on that sty At the edge of your eye? […]

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  Bull went into the shopping mall, His Christmas presents to buy A clock for Aunt Maude, A teapot for Claude And a kite for his nephew to fly.   But Albert the sheep With considerable cheek (But on Bull, well, he always relies) Had asked for a comb and some hair gel and foam […]

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Christmas Day 3.57pm   Marylebone Station is looking post-apocalyptic. No one around; the wind whipping sheets of newspaper and drink cartons in and out of the corners. Even the junkies and the winos are sleeping somewhere better than this. I can hardly blame them, with the snow falling steadily since before noon. God only knows […]

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I want to die. I have lived beyond my time. I am so very tired of being the gatekeeper to happiness for so many hapless innocents. Are you shocked to hear me say I want to die? Then remember I have faced death so many times, stared it down on occasions beyond number, fighting alongside […]

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Christmas Day 3.57pm   Marylebone Station is looking post-apocalyptic. No one around; the wind whipping sheets of newspaper and drink cartons in and out of the corners. Even the junkies and the winos are sleeping somewhere better than this. I can hardly blame them, with the snow falling steadily since before noon. God only knows […]

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    He is sitting in a small study, facing a window that stares out over terracotta rooftops to the foliage beyond, which even now is sliding into the chaotic dilapidation of autumn. Lost, somewhere amongst the unmapped mountain ranges of his mind, occasionally he stumbles on a single thought that stirs a tremor, that […]

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“Where have you been?” she asked. “Singing Dragonsong,” I answered. She scowled as only a fairy can. “I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” she said. “Besides, I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you had any Spam?”   “What for breakfast?” I asked, then added “I can’t say I’ve bought any at […]

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You take the pine dining suite; the chairs are rickety, almost gone. They are nearly as old as our love. We bought them the year our first child was born.   I shall compensate myself with the sofa from the lounge – the one we bought twelve years ago, that time the roof fell in, […]

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    Last night we signed the death certificate of our marriage. Cause of death: Emotional abuse.     The patient had been sick for quite some time. The passing was not easy. From time to time we drew unreasonable hope from numerous short lived remissions, though in our hearts we knew the condition inoperable. […]

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Sleep on a little longer yet. Let not the day confront my eyes too soon. Still let me gaze a little while on stolen shared serenity that once was our possession as of right. And let me warm myself once more on dying embers of the flames that once burned incandescent in your soul.   […]

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It’s over. Summer, I mean.  But so is the relationship that we have known, and life is never going to be the same again.  They tell me I’m clever with words, so I’m using my words now to try to express how I feel about your going.  How many different ways are there to say […]

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  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said. “Would you like to see some love poetry?”   “Sure!” she said.   “I have a short collection called ‘When Love Dies. How about that to start?”   “Hmm,” she said. “I’m not sure. But let’s take a look.”   “The first is called Festival’s End,” I […]

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“You’re here early,” I said “Well you know why, don’t you?” “Why?” I replied, trying to look innocent. “Can’t sleep, can I?” she said grumpily. “Desperate to hear the end of the story I asked?” She looked at me sardonically. “Just get on with it will ya?”   Summer’s Over – The Final Part   […]

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“I’m enjoying this,” she said. I waited expecting some sort of sting in the tail. It didn’t come. Perhaps she’s softening, I thought. “I especially liked the bit about the ruby fairies,” she said. “Really?”  I replied. “I can’t imagine why.” She hovered judgmentally above my nose. The she settled on the desk in front […]

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“So this sneak preview,” she said. “Uh huh.” “Tell me about it.” “It’s called Summer’s Over, I answered. “It’s about the end of a relationship.” She nodded, in an understanding, honourable kind of way. “Show me, she said.”   Summer’s Over It’s over. Summer, I mean.  But so is the relationship that we have known, […]

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“What do you crave most at this moment?” I ask, my voice barely audible in the falling twilight. The Returner stands before me, dishevelled, weary. His long grey beard is unkempt, his hands are callused from a lifetime of physical labour. He looks at me momentarily, considering his answer carefully.  “Power,” he replies, making no […]

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There’s a metaphor just beyond reaching An intuitive je ne sais quoi It’s a wave that was all set for beaching that dispersed in a dearth of sangfroid.   It’s a mirror that gives no reflection Like a clock’s hands too tired to turn It’s a teacher that gives no correction It’s our passion too […]

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