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Two in the hand
Hi,
This week I hand you over to two lovely bloggers.
This first is the funny and talented Robyn Alana Engel, who lives in California. Robyn writes about sex, love, relationships and chocolate. Her blog is called Life by Chocolate. She also writes for the Examiner. She has a very funny series called Dating, based on adverts on dating sites which I recommend if you're up for a laugh. It's hilarious.
She interviewed me last week about my book and writing in general. Short but sweet, rich in chocolate and dripping in humour. You can read it here.
Amy McPherson recently reviewed Bottomless River over on her social commentaries/reviews site which is called, 2 Cents. You can read it here.
As always, if youre interested in a signed copy of the book, you can email me. I can offer cheaper postage options. Or directly from the publisher.
Coming soon,
More poetry, video poetry and perhaps some posts on the writing process as it works for me.
I'm open to ideas.
Video poem - The Final Result
The final result
I
feel the shadow at my shoulder
Like
an error unchangeable
The
terrible result
I
wish I could tell you
I
knew It was coming
I
always thought
There’d
be more time
Like
those final monologues in movies
But
they cheated me
So
much for having the effects in order
Rooms
were untidy
There
was Disorder to order
Thoughts
were scattered
People
to talk to
Signatures
to sign
Emails
to send
And
food in the fridge
If
I had known
I’ve
just realised
I’m
that person
Who
once was
The
name on the headstone
And
is now staring back at you
Who
once felt the breeze
And
all the pain and elation I’ve ever felt
Is
less than the dirt beneath your feet.
I’m finally here
And when I always thought
That I wouldn’t exist
If you didn’t recognise me
I’ll pass that up
For one more chance.
I’m
sorry I had thoughts of giving up
Throwing
it in with swollen frustrations
And
that’s all it was
There
is so much more
I
can see that now
I
can see it stretching into forever
I’m
not asking for another year
Just
one more day
To
appreciate what I used to let drift…
Easing
into a chair after a long day
The
gentle caress of a favourite song
The
cool wet of rain on skin
The
beauty in a dark rolling sky
The
bliss of satisfying a deep thirst
The
comfort of a smooth functioning routine
The
relief of confiding in a friend
The
holistic redemption
Of
a much needed hug
from
someone who genuinely gives a fuck.
http://streetphoto-berlin.deviantart.com/ |
The intense physical flight
Of a body in ecstasy…
A
sense of purpose
Met
When
it all comes together
Even
though it’s not often enough.
The
joy of losing control
In
a laugh that doesn’t want to end.
Feeling
another body beside you in bed
As
an alternate reality, greets you in sleep.
Or
the simple joy of lying in
Without
the guilt of having to get up.
In
a moment, things are perfect
And
you feel it
To
your core.
These
are the moments to miss
The
career and the bank account
Won’t
mean a thing.
I’m
fading fast
And
I wish had wisdom for you
And
it’s there
But
I can’t remember it right now
I’m
sorry for that too
But
I cannot be anything else
Other
than dissipating energy
Created
by the memory of others
There
is nothing more to miss
I
am already gone.
Poem - Let me believe
Behind The mask by selimaksan @ istockphoto.com |
Let me believe
When they offer
you a glimpse into fantasy
It’s a very
alluring proposition
One which you
are eager to pursue
As we want to
believe
Because belief is
tantalising
Belief is
security
Belief is the
possibility of dreams made tangible.
Yet conviction is
security
And we can
hardly fathom
That we could be
deceived…
That an
individual
Would go to so
much effort
To present an
illusion.
And yet some
people
Are not us
And we are hurt
Like children
And dismayed
In the knowledge
That greed can
be manifested
So strongly
And wholly
More than
dreams.
So don’t ask us
to sing the national anthem
When some don’t
rejoice at all
The chorus is uneven.
We are not
unified
and yet,
still,
we believe.
Copyright Lylia Corneli |
Next post,
A new video poem, The Final Result.
Poem - Strife Street sans postcode
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Strife Street sans postcode
It will all be okay
On the day
As long as I don’t have to think.
Skateboard ramp
Dude goes up
Dude goes down
That’s what I’m talking about
It doesn’t have to make sense
But sometimes I need it easy.
It counteracts the barely hidden chaos
That keeps me turning at night
And trudging through the day.
So give me a big old skateboard
And a nice long straight path
Without the ramp
And I’ll make my own way.
Coming soon,
A new video poem, This tiny fortune.
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