Currently Reading: “Phases of The Moon”

Just a quick note to mention Louise Hastings’ book “Phases of The Moon.” There are already a number of 5 star reviews on Amazon and elsewhere, but for the few that have not read it yet here is a link to my own review here: Phases of The Moon by Louise Hastings on Amazon UK.

and a link to the book itself here: Phases of The Moon.

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Currently Reading: “Dirty Beautiful Words”

I am currently reading Dirty Beautiful Words by the author, Brooklyn Brayl. You may recall that I posted a link (Promoting Writers page on Facebook) to their video on 3rd September, describing it as provocative.The same could be said for the book. The poetry throughout is very special for it describes the emotional and mental turmoil of someone who finds themselves trapped between genders. The journey, described through original and occasionally witty wordplay, is sometimes harrowing, ugly and depressing and yet the reader feels empathy and compassion.

It is available on Amazon – but you can find out more information here:

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No Longer Human

Whatever could be said, between the living and the dead.

My heartbeat, amplified a thousand times, makes
me feel unsteady as I trample on the short grass.
So many white crosses, so close together,
I wonder if they speak to each other still.
Commenting on the intruders who stare at them.

Now, we are the ghosts who crush new life,
Creating bigger weapons to destroy new enemies.
In office-like surroundings we press the button
Leading to localised carnage, that we follow on video.
The bodies lie twisted and broken. No longer human.


poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2014


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A Found First Line Poem

Fragile gods made from ephemera, paper,
It began when, as a child, you would lie in the grass
I pour the creamy, white liquid into the glass
Looking for love, or just a casual affair?
There are grapes that taste like cotton candy
Biding my time
We come from the unknown and we go on moving into the unknown


Please note that I do not own the copyright to any of these lines and this was just an experiment. Please click on the bloggers lines here to read their material more fully and perhaps follow them. All have been re-blogged on my sister site:

Thanks to all – Brian.


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The Keepsake

A light summer breeze calls for more casual dress,
No jacket, or perhaps carefully laced through a shoulder bag.
Court shoes for comfort and repelling male colleagues
Dark hair, fairly short but wavy with layer after layer.

An upturned nose, that Audrey Hepburn look, a winner.
Her beautiful smile, lit whenever she recognised someone.
The carefree way that she moved, that also moved me,
A pain in my chest whenever she alighted from the bus.

Amazingly I got to know her. She spoke to me first (naturally).
She noticed me smiling at her and asked if she could sit by me.
Gradually we learned some things about each other – her boyfriend,
my girlfriend, favourite nights out – a journeying friend on a morning bus.

Looking back was she ever more than that? No and yes.
Here was someone that I looked forward to meeting every day,
my life enhanced whenever we spent that little time together.
Deeply disappointed whenever she was not there.

Now. Now she is a memory, a keepsake that I cannot hold and
do not need to. She is a smile that returns to my face when I think
about her. Once there was a wish on my part to be more than this.
I wonder if she thinks about, or even remembers, me. I hope so.


poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2014

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