London
London dreams
Of Dickinson days
When its secrets
Were swathed in fog.
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Thursday, 24 June 2010
My Top 5 Favourite Poems
My top 5 favourite poems are:
The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe
The Highwayman - Alfred Noyes
The Shape of Things (can't remember the authors name and unfortunately the anthology it was in is locked away in storage.)
Ulalume - Edgar Allan Poe
Sick Rose - William Blake
So what's everyone elses favourites? I need more to read.
The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe
The Highwayman - Alfred Noyes
The Shape of Things (can't remember the authors name and unfortunately the anthology it was in is locked away in storage.)
Ulalume - Edgar Allan Poe
Sick Rose - William Blake
So what's everyone elses favourites? I need more to read.
Labels:
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My Top 5,
poems,
poetry,
writing reflections
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Resource - How To Write A Horror Cinquain
I stumbled upon the following article on suite101.com How To Write A Horror Cinquain by Terrie Leigh Relf. It's a good introduction to the form with some great examples.
As for Suite101, I will be checking out more of their articles, I'd recommend my readers to search for poetry and horror.
As for Suite101, I will be checking out more of their articles, I'd recommend my readers to search for poetry and horror.
Saturday, 12 June 2010
Website updates
I have had a busy Saturday morning updating the main website, I decided to give my bio-frags project its own page on the website. They can be read here.
I have also added more links to the Horror Poets page.
The next big thing I need to do for the site is find an artist to design a header graphic for me.
I have also added more links to the Horror Poets page.
The next big thing I need to do for the site is find an artist to design a header graphic for me.
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Free Read - Poem - I Am Dead
Dry your tears
I am dead
but I am not gone.
It is I who watches
you while you sleep, it
is I who sits on the edge
of your bed in the dark of night.
Shh, don’t be afraid
it is I who reaches
under the covers
and grasps your ankle
in my cold hand.
I am dead
but I am not gone.
It is I who watches
you while you sleep, it
is I who sits on the edge
of your bed in the dark of night.
Shh, don’t be afraid
it is I who reaches
under the covers
and grasps your ankle
in my cold hand.
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