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Print Books?
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
Thus far I have published 4 collections of short stories and 1 longer work. All my books are available solely in ebook format. For some time now I have been considering producing print versions of my books using the Print On Demand (POD) services of Createspace (https://www.createspace.com/). My…
Birdsong On An Autumn Evening
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
An Autumn evening. The park deserted save for me and my dog. A solitary birds sings. Entranced I stand, his song bringing thoughts of sorrow comingled with joy. Beauty, pain and happiness, contradictory emotions stir within my breast. The lonely bird continues to sing, his voice filling the…
Come Back My Little Oxford
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
We have all done things in life which we later regret. As a child (teenager) I owned a Braille edition of The Little Oxford Dictionary Of Current English. I regularly consulted the dictionary (all 16 braille volumes of it)! To ascertain the meaning of words with which I…
My First Independently Published Poem, Dalliance Is Here
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
I am extremely pleased that one of my poems, Dalliance has been accepted for publication by Calamities Press. Dalliance first appeared on Newauthoronline in August 2014. It can be found on Calamities Press, in slightly amended form by following this link, http://calamitiespress.com/2014/09/21/dalliance-poetry-by-kevin-morris/.
The Second Coming By W B Yeats
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst…
The Lady On The Bus
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
Shortly following my move to Crystal Palace in 1997 I took a bus to the Sainsburys supermarket, located at Crystal Palace’s football ground. There I sat, my then guide dog, Zeff lying at my feet, minding my own business when a lady began rattling Keys. I remember being…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 