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Hi folks

I’ve been wrapped up in work these last weeks so please excuse the delay with posts.

I intend on publishing a collection of my own short stories that I’ve amassed over the past 13 years. I will use Smashwords  to do this as it seems to be one of the few online publishers offering a fairly decent deal to the authors. As far as i remember they also give you an ISBN number and are targets for future talent via Barnes and Noble, Amazon, etc.

Smashwords also offer a service to have your book cover illustrated and designed, but they also offer authors like myself who are working with images and photography the dimensions to DIY it. I have not made my own yet, but recently I helped a friend with his and after some hours of screen sharing via Skype we managed to find his image of a four legged, masked girl with  a flying piglet on her lap…

Yes, of course, I did think it was a wind up when he first requested this image but soon realized his sincerity and here is what he got.

 

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I write this information here on the off chance that any of you writers and poets need book or CD covers. I have a nice stock sitting here (samples here ) not doing much apart from being eye candy for the net.

I’m also aware that cutting a living from being a wordsmith is not so great, so I will discount each case as it comes by as long as you’re being honest. The more you earn or claim the more you donate for my time and efforts please.

You know where I can be found.

Good luck with your missives and metaphors.

Power ti yer pens

 

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There is no crime if I don’t show it
For it’s a long time since I’ve been poet
Since January, one poem has parted
From my heart for another departed
Then career and need (and laziness)
Swapped verse and rhyme for video lens
Where interpretation of life and things
Choirs majestic to butterfly wings
Sunset’s flames, porpoise and minks
Driftwood beaver, daughter and teacher
Have been my new poetic features
Almost a lap around our sun, inspires I to return,
Ball’s point hurtles over this paper
As I pay homage to Lady Poet and my Saviour
With my guilt panged traditional behaviour
I’m instantly filled with power and the pride
That she’s always smouldering deep inside
Awaiting connections between our senses
She suggests to us possible verses
Through verb and metaphor she immerses
Repair from grief, to us poets, she blesses
Interrogates inner so outer confesses
Causing zoom and macro, elegant presses
Unfaithful? I don’t think that is really true
Judge for yourself at a screen near you

The sky between us

Trondheim’s yawning fjord

Embellishes a late February’s dusk

This lilac, pink, roseate ghost

Banners horizon’s ceiling

When earth’s shadow

Fuses night from day

An intricate pastel pause

Which is aptly named

Belt of Venus

Wakes divide a few short paragraphs

As fishing boats and ferries acutely slice

This temporary azure sheen

Three silver birch trees lead eyes

From this kitchen window on the stone hill

Up high

The verve of a seer sits on his zenith

Where he’s fed, content and

naturally enlightened

 

I still await my prey

Two weeks after

The season got under way

Nearly every day

I’ve hunted, tried

Still unsatisfied

Or am I?

I never took rod this day

But really seen, touched, smelled

A wide gaping river

On arrival

I am surprised

To come so close to

A red squirrel

Sitting sniffing the earth

Maybe for a stowed nut

I think

But got the feeling

It was curious at another beasts stink

Dark brown more than red

At first I thought it was mink

But pleased it was squirrel

Mink’s dish is mostly fish

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both of us united in a common fear of each others talons

War´s influence
(allegedly, if you believe in astrology)
arose to the South of Jonsvatnet (John´s water)
while I, for a few seconds
cut circles in its path of temporary shine
with the metal fish at the end of my line
Bail arm trip, retrieval slip
then lightning dynamics
Of pike´s waspish violence upon it!
The decoy minnow
Anything but slow as old esox
gave her acrobatic show
with ariel attempts to escape me
After pulling, tugging, plenty of shrugging
twenty minutes later I assumed the victor
But,
as I lifted her water clear
she anticipated me and bit me shear!
My curse was anything but ”Oh dear!”
She either, never shed a tear
but both of us united in a common fear
Of each others talons
Somewhat gently
I set her down in the shallows
Carefully plucked back my hook
Then gave my bloody finger a sook
With a swish of her shovel sized tail
off she cruised with a humoured look
Towards the pillar of Mars
Both she and I perforated with scars
Made our ways home
Under early August’s returning stars.

 

A few notes about this piece, which I will get around to fitting in here with the poem.

Mars was at its closest to Earth in 60,000 years this night.

*Esox Lucius is the latin name for a Pike
A bail arm is the piece on a fishing reel. It catches and gathers the line as it rotates.
The last line is to do with the fact that there is no night between late May and early August where I live. The Arctic Circle is another 400 km`s north, from Trondheim, where you get the famous midnight sun.

Brig Portrait
I am no cosmogonist for suggesting
That the end and the beginning
Are one and the same
Winter opposes summer
Death, life and so forth
On a perpetual journey
Of violence, rest
Love, hate
Science fact
Metaphoric beliefs
Everything shares one common truth
The unzipping of creation
The four bases
Adenine pairs with Thymine
Guanine pairs with Cytosine
All split open
Then reborn in puzzling sequences
Ribo and Deoxy Nucleic Acids
Forged from a star collapsing
On the edge of our solar system
Gravitating, tugging, pulling, spinning,
BOOM!
Just like the other BIG-inning
Circa 14 billion years earlier
But before that
The quiet, stillness, nothing
How do we know?
After…
The present
The future
The past
Alpha and omega,
First and the last

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Lady, I never knew you
But I mourned you recently
Because the day you decided
Enough was enough
Ripples traveled outwards
Until their forces
Came back on themselves
Not as singular crests
But as tsunami waves
So giant, even the Leviathan
Of the stupid ignorance that created
‘their’ laws would never again dream
 of paddling out in their shallow slopes
The ones that fall away sharply
into an abyss of rage,
that still exists at this time
Lady; you quoted
“Without vision, the people will perish
and without courage and inspiration
dreams will die
the dream of freedom
the dream of peace”
Lady Rosa Parks
Forever a soul of freedom
All humanity sends thanks

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosa_Parks

 

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The days, as space
Will stretch
As I fetch
Thoughts of Spock
Jedi grammatical talks
(Even lost socks)
Cosmic hotrocks
Spinning the force
Gravity bends
offers pretense
For Hubble´s lens
But binary evolves
to Kepler and Chandra
Heat seeking, farther and farther
Give us those light years
Uni and multi-versal answers

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Have you ever seen a cuttlefish, 
turn in a second 
from red to green? 
A wave pulsates, 
ripples and flows a nano-second tide, 
from its tail to its head, and back. 


Tonight, the sky throbbed and vibrated, 
whilst my head gyrated, to take it all in. 


This giant lumen across the Orkla fjord.


I, poet was far from bored! 


My ears nipped, as the sun licked 
through Van Allen zones, 
the protective curtains of our home 
First, arc green, feint, almost steam 


From its hilltop bottom came the magic 
folding as if pleated, 
or is it a flag in the breeze?


All around, as if under a lysergic umbrella 
The “Nordlys” of Valhalla 
rolled their snare drum beats 
Awesome aurora, directly on top of me, 
the jagged puncture of auroral corona 


Extending beyond zenith, 
the glows in the sky from Polar light 


Which arrive with the suns carbon mass ejection might 


The 93 million mile gap, 20-30 hours after, shudders, 
mutates… 
whacks us with this phenomenal hiss 
this inviolable zap. 


Miles 600 to 60 is how Solaris to Polaris 
Rains down from the sky, forming aurora borealis. 
Norway’s celestial, crystal palace

The sound of cordial pouring into a glass.

The hush between prayer and class.

The silence in the breath of a new line.

The puisant colour of a rainbow arch.

Choked throats clearing after laughs.

July’s whispering thistle’s, sheep field Colosseum,

the arena for larch.

Or, the rising hunger of winters trout

awakening on a springs day spinner hatch

Kingfisher’s samurai concorde flight,

bright leonid on an amazon of

cherry blossom pink, blue, white.

I see this, clearly, when I’m here.

Once I had a fear, about the air around near.

Me floating to momentary flashbacks

and  unhealthy prayer.

when as well, I’ve been through hell.

I, once the boxer responded

At the ding-ding of bell.

I’d spring on my toes and make strangers swell.

Upper cuts hooks and a wee bit more

The explosion of hatred, erupted within

Just to prove to  myself, it was still there,

the passion, the screaming, the violent flare,

of rage, and the roar!

I’ve crawled my voyage of living sore

where some people give

a fook, others won’t.

This is why one day 

I changed pugilist to poet.

after my head was all torn.

I wanted to know

why I had ever been born

I didn’t  want to be around

in the morn

So I picked up a pen to

release my scorn.

And realized why

from here to Mars I’d been thrown.

Because I was a self centred junkie

with a lot of fire, an eejit, a deceiving liar.

Then I found an answer.  Challenging our maker

The coward, the victim, sanctuary away from my past,

my buried agony to run and hide in,

spend the longest winter night in

hour after hour, day after day.

You can save yourself from

The kick-ins, the beatings,

You can fix it out,

It will flow, not the booze and the pills

but the knowledge you’ll know.

I can’t believe how I’m lyrical blinding.

These missives of hope from this

valve, that now, I take pride in.

I got it all out, shouted from within

and gave it some clout.

Because I knew that bell would

eventually clang, DING DING! again

The end of the bout.

But a killer punch is just one blow,

and pyschosis KO’s you

if your too slow.

So I opened my head, my heart,

and let  flow.

I was shocked and surprised

when I wiped the tears away from my eyes

and opened wide,  to live, love, laugh

I can’t  believe that I devour life now.

Without  a care as to when and how?

And gone is that really stupid looking

furrowing brow.

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