A Dreamer

When I slumber life’s good
Men tremble at my waking
Debrecen burns in the night
Hymen rip at my taking

Tacitus fooled into battle
Covetous of thrones lost
Fortuitous fate smiles
Coitus interruptus riposte

Wakeful to life greys
Doleful bedclothes cast off
Slothful discards raked
Vengeful hopes do a Romanov

Fresh Produce

‘I have come for the position,’ said Tom fresh from the Poorhouse.

‘Let me look at you,’ grunted the cook wiping her stained apron, ‘the last lad could only last a week. Hmm you’ll do, with a bit of fattening-up.’
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That week’s supply of meat bleeds in the larder

A Fool’s Errand

With half an ear on the breathless lecturer- ‘for enchantment protection… the lark uses grass… but the crow… uses withy’- Gawain rushed out to the Eagles.

Glancing down on the moving dots, he held on tight as clouds enveloped him.

Looking up Hedith, whispered, ‘the fool.’ Her plan was working.

A memory lingers

The door slammed and footsteps faded. On the radio the world without us was playing, our song; the song I died to.

‘I don’t like this room, it’s too faded. Rip it out but keep the period radio,’ Mary says ticking her list.

I remain for footsteps and our song.

The secret to being a writer is that you have to write

Interesting New Scientist article(Article Preview How to be a genius 15 September 2006) that reveals what a genius is. Get down to around 10 years of hard work, and have a mentor to inspire you and you will get the intuitive insights that others call genius

The good/bad news for all us budding writers is write, write and write! See Nanowrimo to get started. In short write a book in 30 days and enter the annual competition of the National Novel Writing Month. This is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.

Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that's a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. To build without tearing down.

Only nine more years and you are made.

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Hired Help

Tom was hired to cut the grass. A big man like a skittle, he did the penguin walk when his trousers crutch drooped to his knees. People laughed until they saw his look.

As Harry the grass was cut, he wished it was death he could see in Tom’s eyes.

The Prisoner

When the cell doors close, the hard man act falls away, first in the face that weeps tiredness and then in the body as it sags: the hard stomach bulges, the shoulders bend inwards and finally the fingers creak from a sleeping fist to a hand hungry for loving touches.