Night Train

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One final piece taken from my recently published collection ‘Another Tease’. From next week I shall be posting more new pieces which I hope that you will enjoy.

But for now here is poem entitled ‘Night Train’ which I hope you enjoy and, if you do, there are details on how to purchase the collection at the bottom of this post. Thank you.

The night train came

Like Arctic winter

Drew into the platform

Its presence announced

A rumbling roar

Which stirred the senses of those

Who could not move,

A platform crowded

Shrouded in the silence

Of isolation

Bodies shuffling on automatic

Knowing the journey to come

Yet helpless in their resistance,

Seated now staring with the vacancy

Of untenanted rooms

Rooms closed off to sightless eyes

Tunnel-visioned pulled on

By a darkness

Whose whispered words

Seduced like an absented lover

A promise of redemption,

Rhythms rumble wheels on track

Devil’s chains around my brain

A voice that cries

So pure so clear

Yet smothers reason with unseen hand

And blind like time

The sinking Sun drips blood

Unsure of its return.

‘Another Tease’ is a collection of poetry, short prose fiction and lyrics covering themes as diverse as love & war, faith & loss and hope & depression. The lyrics have no melodies – each one is left open for the reader to create their own interpretation.

ISBN: 978-1-329-16251-8

Available now via:

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As soon as the book is available on other platforms I will post more!

I hope that you enjoy reading!

Let You Down

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Another lyric taken from my recently published collection ‘Another Tease’.

Another lyric today. This is called ‘Let You Down’…feel free to create your own melody.

Hope you enjoy.

I’m sorry

I’m so very sorry

I never meant

To let you down

Never meant

For you to drown.

I’m sorry

I’m so very sorry

I never meant

To let you down

Never meant

For you to drown.

On days

On days so much better

So much better

Than these

We watched each other dance

Made promises on stars

I swore I’d never leave

I’d never let you fade

And nights

Nights we shared as one

In brighter dreams

Than we could hold

We watched each other shine

Make circles in the sky

I swore I’d keep forever

And never wish away

I’m sorry

I’m so very sorry

I never meant

To let you down

Never meant

For you to drown.

And how

How did I let it all

Fall away

Fall to shadow

We watched each other go

Leave footprints in our hearts

I swore would never happen

I’d never let you fade

I’m sorry

I’m so very sorry

I never meant

To let you down

Never meant

For you to drown.

‘Another Tease’ is a collection of poetry, short prose fiction and lyrics covering themes as diverse as love & war, faith & loss and hope & depression. The lyrics have no melodies – each one is left open for the reader to create their own interpretation.

ISBN: 978-1-329-16251-8

Available now via:

LULU

As soon as the book is available on other platforms I will post more!

I hope that you enjoy reading!

Tangled

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Over the next few weeks I am focusing on editing some short stories which I will hopefully be able to publish in the near future.

In the meantime I am going to share a few pieces taken from my recently published collection ‘Another Tease’.

Today’s post is a lyric entitled ‘Tangled’. Hope you like it.

I love you but I’m broken

The words you said to me,

I’d like to hold you baby

But I’m not sure I’m free.

I’m tangled up and twisted

Afraid of what you’ll see,

The loneliness and fear

A darker side of me.

My shredded heart is open

Lays weeping on the ground,

Your words tumble around me

Fall lifeless with no sound.

But I will wait

A thousand years

To hold your heart

Again,

And I would walk

The continents

To bring you back

Your love.

My tears will fall forever

But never set you free,

My heart can offer nothing

There’s little left of me.

I love you but I’m broken

The words you said to me,

I’d like to hold you baby

But I’m not sure I’m free.

But I will wait

A thousand years

To hold your heart

Again,

And I would walk

The continents

To bring you back

Your love.

‘Another Tease’ is a collection of poetry, short prose fiction and lyrics covering themes as diverse as love & war, faith & loss and hope & depression. The lyrics have no melodies – each one is left open for the reader to create their own interpretation.

ISBN: 978-1-329-16251-8

Available now via:

LULU

As soon as the book is available on other platforms I will post more!

I hope that you enjoy reading!

Nomad

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A poem from my latest collection ‘Another Tease

If you enjoyed this I have attached details of the book after the poem


Morning dark
Grey granite sky peppered
With myriad pinpoint lights
Which vainly battle the laden skies
As they open wide their arms
Cast down their tears
Frozen white with chill-dread
Fear of the Sun
Which one day will come,
Owls turn slowly
Their feathers frost-bitten
Eyes drained by sleep’s demise
Strain still to catch
The lonely orphan shards
Their plaintive calls
Hang lost like gallows corpses
Pleading still
Against their fate,
And alabaster sheets
Reach ever upward to the sky
Jagged out-crops
Slate-silvered stone
Razor blades blunted by
Night’s constant sweeping hand

As it brushes colour
From a landscape scarce,
Black fingers stretch
Weighted heavy with sufferance
Their life green tainted
Yet gripping still with desperation
Knowing that this will end
And night will close
Its interest lost
Pass reins to the Sun
Which one day will come,
But now my feet
Will take me ever on.

‘Another Tease’ is a collection of poetry, short prose fiction and lyrics covering themes as diverse as love & war, faith & loss and hope & depression. The lyrics have no melodies – each one is left open for the reader to create their own interpretation.

ISBN: 978-1-329-16251-8

Available now via:

LULU

As soon as the book is available on other platforms I will post more!

I hope that you enjoy reading!

Another Tease

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Firstly a huge thank you to everyone who has purchased either Falling Sleet or The Candle Game. I hope that you are enjoying them.

It gives me great pleasure to announce the publication of my latest collection of writing Another Tease:

‘Another Tease’ is a collection of poetry, short prose fiction and lyrics covering themes as diverse as love & war, faith & loss and hope & depression. The lyrics have no melodies – each one is left open for the reader to create their own interpretation.

ISBN: 978-1-329-16251-8

Available now via:

LULU

As soon as the book is available on other platforms I will post more!

I hope that you enjoy reading!

And now, a couple of ‘teasers’ –

Watching Dreams

Watching dreams

Evaporate like tears

In the warmth of another,

Sun-bleached streaks

On a bed of sand,

Wanting to reach out

Clutch and grab

At Youth’s fresh resolve,

Mold it to age’s wisdom

And stride once more,

Sight-scarred eyes

Life-bleached and hollow

Stare blind at passing time,

Hands that sweep so quickly

Unforgiving, so cold,

And floating on the wind

Dream’s lost fragments fly

To settle on another,

Sun-bleached streaks

On a bed of sand.

The Interview

When they had asked me what he had been like, the man with the knife, all I could say was that I couldn’t really say. He had been, to my mind’s eye, nothing more, or less, than average.

      He had stood at average height; not discernibly taller nor shorter than myself. His hair had been worn short, but neither cropped nor shaven, and his eyes, well I could barely remember the colour of my closest friend’s eyes, so that line of questioning drew a blank.

      What of the colour of the man’s skin? I could confidently say that he was white, but boasted a tanned face; or had that been a more olive complexion? It was difficult to say with any degree of certainty.

      Distinguishing features? He had a knife: a response that solicited a look which could have been annoyance but equally disdain. No, there were none that my sapless mind could recall.

      He had been, the man with the knife, nothing more than average. His accessory had been all that made him stand apart. His unremarkableness reminded me only of myself.

      In fact he might as well have been me.

Embrace

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He follows you, silent

Gliding, dark-cloaked, invisible

As whispering eddies in the night.

Through streets shrouded

In simple shadows, and light

As pallid as the Sun in winter

Kissed skies.

Across cobble and path,

Through doorways abandoned

As cold as hoar-frost mornings

Creeping tentacles brushing

A shoulder of flame.

In ancient corners, windowless

Led deep within a labyrinth moon,

A face forms shapes melts

Features upon your flesh,

A windless sea carries call to home

Acceptance sighs to welcome.

Gulls

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Herring gulls on the waste ground

Litter the horizon

Like ice crystals in the air

Or uncut diamonds in the sand

Fallen from the cliffs like the words

From our lips

Scavenging the ground for the scraps

That keep us where we are

And from where we should be

In flight above the ground

And the melee that wraps itself

Like seaweed around limbs

Its grip tighter than the folds

Of love which bury themselves with time

In the folds of our winter coats

Which we hold against ourselves

Against the wind

And in the folds which grow

Upon our faces

As furrows in the frozen soil

Bitter cries that cut the cold

And nine parts of the law

Which screams ‘possession’

Eyes fixed on other eyes

As glimmers in the distance recede

To die in quiet corners

As the gulls circle slowly

In the sky.

This City (home)

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This city

Whose streets were built

On the back of the black

And the furious flame

That scorched its name into

The choking sky

Which wished through salt stained eyes

For the green that now was lost,

This city

Whose streets reach out

In circles to no-wheres

And hold the memories we thought

Were gone so tightly to

Their black-top hearts

And know that we can never leave

And never return,

This city

Its concrete heart

Pounding with the voice

That no-one ever truly

Listened to or chose to hear

Its metal roar defining call

Branding its children enchained

In sombre melancholic tones,

This city

With streets that run

With the same blood that

Seeped beneath my child-skin

And marked my pasts and futures

As scratches in the dust

The noises in my head as loud

As the hammers steady fall,

This city

A million sons

Who stretch towards the sky

But fall beneath the brighter lights

Stumble trapped by history

And drawn hypnotic to its core

They sink beneath the weighted clouds

That hang like penance in the air,

This city

Whose streets were built

On the back of the black,

This city,

This home.

Budapest

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Whatever we thought

That we thought we knew

Vanished into the river that cut

Through the heart

His presence dividing and

Coupling and separating in

Equal degree

Like the promises and lies

That were made and cast

Like stalks upon the sand

As transient as the currents that

Grew unseen beneath the still

The calm that bore us from

What we never knew to all

We never could and

Everything between that

Caught us in its web and under

Its spell

And all the things that should

Only ever happen once

Came again

Upon the plains

Within the hills that rose above

Casting their stare like an older child

Protective and jealous of 

The youth that they felt

That they had never felt

And gazing up recumbent souls

Yearned for the freedom brought by age

Knowing that the water that lay between them

Was little more than a mirror

Reflecting back the dreams they

Held so dear like the love

That only happened once

But came again like an unsolvable puzzle

To tantalise, confuse and thrill

On the far side of the water that

Washed away the sand that lay

Beneath our feet

Beneath our dreams

Beneath the homes we thought we owned

And she with her limbs astride

His soiled banks

Still promised more than she could give

And all the things that should

Only ever happen once

Came again.

The Funeral Collector

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A short extract from the story ‘The Funeral Collector ‘, one of the stories contained in ‘The Candle Game which is available now:

I am seven years old. The stinging across the back of my thigh, the red impact mark that spreads slowly like a feverish rash both up and down my tender flesh, barely seems to register inside my brain. My eyes are aflame with the flow of acrid saline as it forces itself through the rapids of my lids, and cascades over swollen, crimson cheeks, cutting white rivers into my skin. I cannot force my eyes to close; they are numb, inert, and dead to the scene which continues to unfold, continues to be played out before them, despite their reluctance to see. They are paralysed, just like the head in which they are contained, aware only of the irregularity of breath which my lungs squeeze reluctantly in and out of themselves as if they were a pair of dried and withered bellows. The urge to urinate, to empty the poison within my bladder, is met by an involuntary spasm deep within my groin, and I can feel the insistent tide flow into my life like a toxic bath, infecting my insides. The pain of the blow and the unexpected suddenness of its arrival have not, as yet, left their final mark. I am aware, of course, of the sharpness of the pain in my leg; conscious that this brief moment of agony will recede, only to be replaced by longer lasting, deeper, dull ache that will spread like a ‘ dead leg’ from hip to knee. I am aware, too, somewhere lost within my future that a scar will remain, although invisible to even the keenest of eyes, long, long after the reddened outline of my mother’s hand has faded and disappeared. My conscious self is unable to recognise this, of course, but somewhere in the farthest recesses of my brain, a new impulse has found its way from one synapse to another, and a trigger has been created. But for now, in the present that I inhabit, none of this matters.

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