By Scott Bailey 2017
Are the hearts
Of our leaders
Deserts devoid of
The seem to think
Their endless thirst
Can be assuaged
By blood and gold
Our blood and gold
In response to the daily prompt Arid
Richard burns. He burns with a fury that is too bright for him to look at. He fights the system in whatever inventive ways he can concoct.
He never asks why he fights or what his ultimate goal is. He just needs the fight.
So defeat almost crushes him, forces him to ask himself questions he has been afraid to ask all his life.
Can he survive the answers?
The result of a year-long challenge to write a poem a day for a year. Raw and accessible poems of many moods.
Presented as they were written and so reflecting my mood, my life and my time constraints at the time.
How will the bravado, bluff, and hormone-fuelled ignorance of youth hold up against harsh truths, like death? Will this group of friends grow up or repeat the mistakes of youth?
A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan Poe. Other are not. Some scare, some are fun. Some play with the concept of a ghost. There are ghosts who are out for revenge and the living avenging the spirits that curse them.
Ideal for sitting around a campfire and late at night under the covers. Or maybe not if the stories themselves are any guide.
Check it out at Amazon and Smashwords and other online e-book retailers.
A paperback version is now available for those who prefer the feel of the paper while huddling by the fire – on your own – in the dark – with that noise behind you……