Tag: Fragrance

It’s here! Proof copy, cover reveal.

December 17, 2020

The proof copy of my latest book has just arrived. The cover is more or less how I wanted it with it being a tad off focus, so I’m happy with it, although the grey could be a bit more grey, bit darker perhaps but screen grey and book grey do differ. Overall I like it and I’ve gone for a matte finish instead of the gloss.

Now I just need to read through and read through again, and even though I’ve read it so many times in Word and printouts I do tend to find blips in book form, but fingers crossed it’ll be ok. Aaaaand I’ve already found two items that need to be changed, grrrr haha, so it certainly won’t be ready until next year!

It’s a short story of roughly 9,000 words with poetic feelings. I’ve been calling it my Surreal, Elemental, Spiritual, Love Story. It concerns a man with his search for that mysterious elemental fragrance of life and love. We are at the end and the beginning of his transformations, his awakening, and his first steps into becoming a Listener – an Earth Angel, although as he says to a mother and daughter on a train when the daughter asks if he is one.

“There are many different kinds of Earth Angel and it isn’t our name or what we are, but it’s the closest to how we are.”

of the rose

July 21, 2019

Memories of the rose.
I wonder
what those petals
as they fall,
what they remember
of her secrets
and how much of her
remains fragrant
within those soft petals
as they kiss the soil.

her song of life

July 12, 2018

I can smell the earth
after the rain

I can sense its delight
its forgiveness
and its compassion

I can feel a slight chill
after the rain

a breath
a breathing of textured sighs
a whispered kiss

I can smell the grass, the flowers; life
after the rain

I can imagine the gentle hiss, of the escape
its joy of knowing birth
and the freedom of release

I can smell and see the earth
during the rain

petals sodden
joyful, joyful, dancing
and her song of life

smells so good

“It’s Friday.”

January 18, 2018

A rather strange story from March 2013

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Thursday is a funny old day come clocking off time. Funny because we get paid on a Thursday, and funny because we get paid not only in cash but also in booze or any particular thing we care to partake of at the hotel bar; it’s a sort of end-of-week treat and yes I know, Thursday isn’t the end of the week but we never work Fridays.

I clock off and head for the bar as per usual only to find it shut; isn’t it a bind when something steals the rail tracks from our routines? What to do now, it’s never shut and never ever on a Thursday, as that me-thinks is when they claw back their money. I turn around and head for the exit but flip me if that door isn’t shut too!

Confused is only a mild term to what I’m feeling now. I turn around and head for the reception desk to speak to our most heavenly Matilda; I tell you, just looking at her gives me tingles, and her perfume, ah.. my god it sends the tingles into eruptions of synaptic bliss.

She isn’t there! The Bar shut, the exit shut …

Instantly the tingles are replaced by a cold sweat, my head whirls in confusion and I faint but not before having the most delicious whiff of her perfume.

I wake up and I’m in bed, but not my bed. I’m in bed with Matilda and the tingles are back.

She looks into my puzzled eyes and whispers, “It’s Friday.”
“Friday, but..?”
“Call it a promotion, we’ve been watching you and you suit our purpose just fine.”

She leans over and I’m hers … oh that fragrance …

I wake again to find myself covered in a kind of fluid sheet. Matilda is next to me, joined to me, digesting me …

Oh, perfect sweet chemistry … I feel like a Beatles song.