Finally, some media attention for my books…

This article was published today in an online magazine┬ácalled Bookseller & Publisher. It’s a shame it had to come in the wake of so much devastation for so many people (it’s not just the authors suffering, it’s also their families, friends and readers). It’s also come to our attention this week that Barry Dorr has been setting companies up, scamming people and liquidating since the ’80’s. The events of the past few weeks have left me speechless…

We talked until the wee hours again last night…

… you’ll never know how much I love you, how much your pain is my pain and that watching you go in and out of your dark night of the soul these past years tears me apart inside. But keep coming back to talk to me, don’t ever stop, I want you to always feel that I’m here for you. And I know we’ll make it – you and I – because today is a new day and tomorrow you’ll feel even better and when you crash and burn again, I’ll be here …

alive

Where Love Goes To Die:

I didn’t know that the disease in your mind,

Would become gradually worse as we aged.

 

We were supposed to grow old together,

You were my best friend!

 

But I didn’t recognise you anymore,

I didn’t feel safe – I chose life.

 

In my heart I will always be married to you,

And only you, until the day I die.

 

She Sleeps With The Light On…

. . . Just in case,

The night is still,

There’s not a sound,

Except the rumbling of a distant truck,

Which propels her into a memory;

It was of the time when she had her babies,

A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope,

It was a time long before these lean times.

 

She sleeps with the light on because . . .

The phone might ring;

The Angel of Death in Her chariot,

Has swept down again, mercilessly and,

In her cruel and twisted way has,

Extracted another of her loved ones.

 

She sleeps with the light on,

So that the memory of her lost loves,

Doesn’t overwhelm her,

Because they can’t – you know – if you have the light on,

The memory of the contour’s of their bodies,

Their gentle or wild thrusts,

Their whispered indulgences,

All held at bay.

 

She sleeps with the light on,

To stop the snoring in the empty room,

The footsteps on the hallway boards,

The growling from the ceiling,

The ghosts remain invisible and can’t see you,

Or hurt you with the light on.

 

She sleeps with the light on,

So that if she wakes with a night terror,

She will instantly see her lovely things around her,

And, after some time,

Gain some comfort and soothe herself back to sleep.

 

She sleeps with the light on,

Because she doesn’t know what awaits her in the black dimension;

Dreams of babies long gone,

Lovers lost, souls removed from her life by death,

Quick as a flash and still half in slumber,

She can grab her pencil & paper,

And jot down the rhymes – such as this one – as they come to her at 3am.

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Little Boy Lost:

My little brother,

Lost at sea,

My little brother,

Come back to me,

Where could he have gone?

Where could he be?

He’s knocked out with amnesia,

All these years; ten and three,

(and not eaten by sharks after all),

Or faked his own death maybe,

Swim little brother,

Swim home to me!

Or maybe it’s time I start to see,

The sea wants what she wants,

Doesn’t she?

She’s not worried about the sorrow,

Felt by you and me.

lost at sea

 

 

Winter dreams:

The way we were – dream theme song

She hears snoring in the next room,

But there’s no-one there,

Is it the ghost of him, him, him or him?

But before that she had awoken from a dream,

About her lost love,

It had the saddest theme song,

But even before that,

Before sleep,

She had written a poem about her dead brother,

This dark night of the soul,

Is taking ever so long,

And she still feels nothing …

girl leaving gif carmen aragon

 

Is anybody out there?

She’s watching over me;

My baby girl who thinks,

That because I disposed of her,

That I despised her.

 

She watches over me until I’m bones on the ground

girl and eye

 

 

Your Cleansing Grace:

It’s as if you feel unworthy of my love,

When the truth is that every man gets compared to you;

I went with him, because he reminded me of you!

Because, the garage door was down!!

And the car engine was running!!!

 

It was like living on a rollercoaster inside a maze,

But then came the realisation;

Do you think you can take me down that easily?

 

I go within to transform what you did to me,

Into prose and poetry,

 

Gratitude my friend,

For such a cleansing grace,

I am broken, but not dead,

Not yet anyway,

 

Watch me rise!

defender of rights, slayer of bad deeds yet still awaiting her love

 

 

The child in you needs love too:

Little babies grown into big people,

She didn’t know it would feel like this;

She was always on the lookout,

For someone who might need her,

But then she realised;

Maybe at this stage of life,

It was time for her to rescue herself,

She strokes herself tenderly …

even though he threw her life into chaos she still loves him mona

 

Between my fingers:

She falls:

From grace,

From sight,

From God,

From herself.

 

It’s when she sleeps,

She meets them again;

All her lost loves,

The ones she let slip between her fingers.

 

girl and sleep