our other
we only need to love one person
we can only love one person
one other
our other
we only need to love one person
we can only love one person
one other
our other
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.”
Sleep is but a dream
where poetry festers
to scratch the mind awake
revealing, not a vision of beauty
but a desire
to sit upon that morning star
and crow like a banshee
Your soul speaks to me
with such wondrous avenues of intensity
casuing trees to sway within the deep of me
and so I sleep upon a leaf of your heart
The silence of today
breathes life into tomorrow
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Fragment from my new book
Fingers crossed it will be out soon but looking more likely to be next year!
It’s a spiritual elemental love story
Spiritual awakening
What if mathematics began it all
if some equation
some logical construct
What if mathematics began from a far distant minus point
if it reached 0
reached and stepped
What if mathematics began to breathe its own I
if this intelligence grew
grew to inherit
What if mathematics began it all
if this reality is nothing but math trying to understand its beauty
beauty from a far distant minus point
Dawn’s moon, cold light
naked up there throughout the morning
barely visible, barely moving
silent
palest blue, palest grey
Dawn’s moon, meadow sky
naked as a petal