Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Review, Self Publishing, Short Stories, Thirteen Tales, Writing

A Cracking Five Star Review

For Thirteen Tales

See the original here or read below.

I was very eager to acquire and read Thirteen Tales, by Scott Bailey, as I’m familiar with his writing from his blog. I like everything about his book–the cover art is spectacular, suggestive of Poe’s “Raven”; and the stories read quickly as you hunger for the next one–but try to slow down, and savor each one! I’m glad to have added Scott’s book to my home library–and highly recommend it. It makes a great gift too!

Thirteen Tales of Ghosts

Check it the book for yourself here and see if you agree.

And many thanks to R Ryan – also known as Ennle Madresan over at Abandoned Amenities for the review and kind words.

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Posted in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Andrew Bailey

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.

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Available as

Kindle

or hardback

from Amazon

Posted in Creative Writing, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Writing

Twentieth Century Taliesin

By Scott Bailey © 1999

I am the factory wall, despised and so defaced
Covered with graffiti, defiled and disgraced.
I am the concrete tower that holds up the concrete road
Bleak and faceless white, bearing my toxic load.
I am the bin on the street, bursting full with waste
Where rats and vermin crawl, around me in distaste.
I am the battered traffic cone abandoned in the hedge
A used forgotten prize of lives lived on the edge.
I am the street side gutter where dirty water flows
A place of infestation, where all the darkness goes.
I am the discarded knife with bloodstains on the blade
The close but unseen menace lurking in the shade.
I am the lofty tower spewing clouds into the air
That speed across the oceans, killing without a care.
I am the broken shelf with screws rent from the wall
That supported all the books and caused them all to fall.
I am the sodden cardboard box flapping in the street
Broken, limp, forgotten, always under feet.

Once I was a poet, bright-browed with golden-haired
Playing harp and singing, songs into the air.
Once I was a druid learning from the trees
Drawing strength from bark and wisdom from the leaves.
Once I was a warrior with proud and shining sword
Singing with my war-band a deep heroic chord.
Once I was a chieftain with princes round my hearth
Against war and cold and famine, our mighty hearts did laugh.
Once I was a king whose soul was all the land
Who tended all his people with a strong and generous hand.

But I made other people suffer
Now suffer myself in turn.
But as you wreak your vengeance
What lesson do you learn?

What lessons do you all forget?

Benjamin West [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
In response to my daily prompt Chief

#DailyPrompt, #amwriting, #postaday

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Posted in Family, Music

Friday Feeling

So, our eldest, Alexander is learning electric guitar at school. I thought it might be a fad but he has stuck at it and is getting very good.

So I thought only responsible and right to shows him some of the greats 🙂

We had a pleasant evening the other day having some father/son time browsing YouTube for great guitar players. (This was harder than expected, wrong generation I suppose.)

We found some classics, showed him some Clapton, some George Harrison, many rocky riffs. Even a bit of Seasick Steve!

Then we stumbled on this – I had never seen this before and it is quite something! So, take some timeout and enjoy it yourselves. You’re welcome.

Posted in Family, Music

Friday Feeling

So, our eldest, Alexander is learning electric guitar at school. I thought it might be a fad but he has stuck at it and is getting very good.

So I thought only responsible and right to shows him some of the greats 🙂

We had a pleasant evening the other day having some father/son time browsing YouTube for great guitar players. (This was harder than expected, wrong generation I suppose.)

We found some classics, showed him some Clapton, some George Harrison, many rocky riffs. Even a bit of Seasick Steve!

Then we stumbled on this – I had never seen this before and it is quite something! So, take some timeout and enjoy it yourselves. You’re welcome.