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My first book, Tales From a Goth Librarian, was published through Kerlak Publishing early 2009. The book is a collection of short stories ranging from dark and spooky to Steampunk to psychological thriller. The book also features bad but humourous

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken dreams: 1 of 14
Two eyes, one of blue, See backward like Janus Except I got a better deal. Past reflections are seen Across the orb, milky undertones Surfacing like an oil slick That smells of rose petals. Two eyes, one of blue, Are used to pour through ancient tomes That tells of Mankind's history From hard earned intellect To widely pract... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Identity: 14 of 153
Concentrate. Slow and supple, strained Beyond limits imposed by The weak minded. She told me that it would Be difficult to believe But once I did, the rest would Be nothing. I carried my own thoughts Into the proverbial mixture, Thinking that I had A chance of redemption. Instead, I found bitter virgins Crying to a dead god,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Change: 19 of 173
Alone, she sits in her room Waiting for the words to come, The words of letting him know That she loved him. He knew, yesterday in fact, When they took a drive to the country. Saturday, the refresh of sun and wind Giving light to flowers dressed for Spring. Alone, she remembers, refusing to let go Of what she had experienced... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Waiting: 24 of 179
As they laid side by side on the cool sheets She instantly thought of another When her time was endless and her thoughts were her own. She claimed no match for her other; No match could come close. Seeking warmth, her body struggled To find a better spot, the dreaming lost. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Oppression: 14 of 96
Seven black homeless men Sit on a corner stoop, Waiting for the day to begin. Their scarred faces Tell various stories of loves And reunions, Of disappointments and failures, What they could have been And what they turned into. They sit like pensive crows, Viewing the world with Blackened archaic eyes. They receive no respec... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Birds: 19 of 118
To home from work. I saw a flock of birds against a palette of grey. Their wings, creating a wall of black, noir, Coming alive over the city Like a comfort Like a plague. I refused to be blind to what they represented As others walked along with milky eyes given to them through their own choice. Birds swirling, dancing, into... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My muse: 3 of 12
Standing. I fall within the building's shadow, graced to just be alive. Is it, then, my lot in life To be consumed so willingly? My eyes are dry and I am humbled by the experience. This is the real moment, when we as Man come to the realization That we are not as limber as we once thought. I, however, am different; I turn to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The muse: 20 of 56
I thought I saw her again. The pale strands of hair fall delicately Upon a neck ripe for cutting. She came to me, standing among trees Gracefully. I wonder, she said, If I am dreaming you. Whose reality is this That locks horns with Fate? I wanted to keep my mouth shut For fear of the bugs escaping. Silence has damned me Kee... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A shoulder to cry on: 50 of 139
She cried on my shoulder and I let her Because I was bored. Her lover left her to dream And suddenly, I was jealous. More..
Arts & Humanities > British Literature Book reviews: Brideshead Revisited, by Evelyn Waugh: 1 of 1
British writers seem to have such a penchant for giving readers a view of a world thought hidden to most; a world full of high manners, well played roles, and lives hanging on a single word, threat, or understood promise. This world is for the privileged few and outsiders are rarely welcomed in unless invited. Those of the m... More..