On the last day of summer I stood with my back to the traffic My chest pressed against The green flaked railings Of Kelvin Bridge, and Leaning forward to watch the water,
‘I left the house without a scarf today.’ I say. She smiles, and, encouraged, add; ‘Yesterday in Ayr it was 12 degrees.’ And throw in some incidental detail, Like the price of daffodils,
There is little known about Big Erchie, and what there is to know is from a source who still boasts about the time she bashed him over the head with the brass vase given
We see the inside of Number 25. A corpse lies naked in a corner. Unpleasant, but its nice for the flies and rats....
The first time i ever saw your face I felt my myogenic muscular organ, begin to race caused by the Norepinephrine and the opiates within the limbic system of my brain.
Tranquil bliss of the Nile Reflects forever your partner; The universal skies Where two become one Free In a cosmos of flowing words Glows a rainbow In your sparkling eyes
The darkened hues of autumn Began to roll over the horizon, Like the hair of a girl with auburn locks. Gently swaying in the breeze like a belly dancer
I believe in a place Where my dreams become as common place As the reality of my thoughts; Unending, constantly changing, rearranging, My vision, a perfect earth.
In the 1960s, 5 friends stayed in a summer home near the woods. No one knows what happened. How ever there is some evidence. the film has not yet to be seen. There was no murderer. Just 5 people.
The story of 13 year old Adela Dubois and how she changes the course of history forever.
Perhaps now could be a time to address the reader and be clear about my intentions with all these stories about women.
I am delighted with the standard of my book,published through feed-a-read, the hard work of getting it noticed is now down to me. Thank you feed-a-read.