Master’s Right

In Denmark, according to the Servants’ Statutes of 1854, anyone, seeking employment or wanting to leave his or her birthplace, should be able to prove he or she had been confirmed. All servants had to present a servant’s conduct book, which should be authorized by the local clergy or, in Copenhagen, by the police. In… Continue reading Master’s Right

Equilibrium?

How do you balance your time between writing and the business of being an indie author? Well, today I spent my free time interacting with people on Facebook. It may not sell books directly, although a strong presence on the internet should boost my career. But regarding balance, it is a tricky question. How does… Continue reading Equilibrium?

Triptych

The Casting Couch Seventy-five and still going strong Boasting his penchant for rating a thong Old head on old shoulders wishing for luck Using his chutzpah to push for a suck: Elderly pig, wanting firm and young flesh Romance and lust but with somebody fresh Offering infamy as his sole bargain Sure, she won’t dare… Continue reading Triptych

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Valentine’s

In Hammersmith tube station Roses red, Larger than cabbage’s heads, Linger in watery tubs. Poster sized cards Sequined with hearts Fall off the shelves: Faint from significance. Drab men carry pink boxes Hoping to conquer the world Girls giggle and smirk Trying out lipsticks To match Their satin dessous…   But in a faraway place… Continue reading Valentine’s

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Ireland

Green as Harp tones in the spring Liquid and soft like water spilling over the rim Grey cloud castles dissolve in mild vapour Or shatter drops on the fields Languor settles as pebbles rush and heave. Sea and earth meet As rainbows splitter the iridescence Tasting salt and sweet but Enveloping the hills in golden… Continue reading Ireland

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Dwarf Cockerel

Plumes of iridescent hues compete with Shrill cock-a-doodle-doos Minuscule spurs and tons of attitude Green tail-feathers raise and fall in perfect arcs Cockscomb gate-crashing hen nights With perfect assurance: Only a male bird can pull off such theatricals   From ‘Animal Kingdom’   ©HMH, 2013

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