Spill Your Ink

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Once Upon-A-Time, Tomorrow

I like that I closed the show,

that I am your last memory

of the evening,

the ghost of my performance,

lingering as you seek your sleep.

The absence of ignorance, for me,

shows I know the host

was leaving me until last

to leave you with a lasting

impression. The digestion

of free-form, the audience

understands that their applause

demands, one day,

I shall once again – perform.

The Baldy Update, Autumn 2017

Dear All,

Hope this finds you well.  Heck, I hope this finds you, I know I have neglected the blog and been absent in reading yours this last year, I am sorry.  Nothing wrong, just crazy-busy with life’s responsibilities.

The last year has been a blur, time has no concept of our need, and has devoured much of me lately.  On a positive note,  My family are doing well, my children are exceeding my expectations in all areas.  My involvement with the Worcestershire Literary Festival & Fringe has been fruitful, having helped raise a great deal of much needed funding, and supporting amazing writers and performers.

My friends and colleagues are seeing some success, and I am delighted to see their publications come to life.  My own publication, Lacuna has sold more than initially expected, and my publisher are working on my second collection (‘Legacy’).

A third collection (‘Legend’) is under consideration, and I have begun work on putting together the material for my fourth and fifth collections (‘Larem’ and ‘Leaving’).

Time, my ancient enemy, has robbed me, once again.  Be well, keep smiling, and keep writing.  Much love, Baldy.

 

 

 

 

 

Plagiarised Playwright

The goat song of the godless

gave gravity to greed,

manhood marching for Mother,

sews such a sorry seed,

and you should follow Oedipus

and carve out the orbs you used,

you cannot un-see the obscene scene,

your mind remains abused.

 

The want of weird and witchery,

the ever aching need,

has written brittle history,

a rare, and scary breed,

be careful storming the castle,

the cattle are confused,

the coming of a latent lord,

the right to be refused.