If you want me to sell out, pay me more than £149.
I got an email last week, out of the blue, from an advertising company saying they wanted to place an ad on my website, namely the page with one of my short stories.
It is a re-write of Jack and the Beanstalk called Jack and the Dreamstalk, about Jack trying to steal his dreams back from psychiatry. What was funny about the whole thing was that they wanted me to put an ad from Aviva, the insurance company, and they only offered me £149 to do so.
If they wanted to put an ad in a story about not selling out, they should think twice about the money they offer to do so. Needless to say, I turned them down. I am not against advertising, but please don't take the piss, innit.
I prefer to advertise my friend's fledging business, such as http://www.advertisemelive.com which I am helping out with my writing skills.
But I am waiting for the rent-a-rollerskating-giraffe before I wear sponsored clothing!
To celebrate Valentine's Day, I am putting some of my love/erotic poetry up on here. You can tell I am in love with someone at the moment, otherwise I would dismiss valentines day as a cheap marketing ploy and be nailing chocolate hearts onto clouds, waiting for birds to piss on them!
I may not let you in
or maybe slowly
or maybe you will keep me at the door
teasing by waiting
not quite all the way in
not quite touching the side of my walls
I want to pull you in deeper
I want to drag you to my shore
drowning times two
to drown with me I will pull you in deeper
I will make you walk on water
you were made for my hands
you fall perfectly into my touch
water, sand sun one
you were made for my wombs
is my padded cell
waiting for you to enter.
Head resting on your belly
Between breast and pussy
I don’t know where I want to put my mouth
Inch it higher slowly
Or much, much lower to get lost in you Choices
Is a journey of tastes
I would rather swallow you whole, leave my skin to share yours
I have to make do with kisses that draw your soul to your skin
And then leave me again
Breath, a deep, deep breath, the mouth rises along the body
Moving slowly, barely touching, taking you through the nose,
The mouth, the tongue, the skin.
I write on your skin, the word bliss with my tongue, no full stops, the sentence trails off...
A mouth that climbs a mountain, meets the sun and a thousand falling stars
Just to go down again
Lost and Found
It was the meeting of two minds
of 2 people that were lost
who discovered they were not
lost at all. It was the world around them
that had gone astray
The World used maps like ‘work’, ‘judge’
‘hate’ and ‘blame’ These two did not like to be in those places
there was no escape except to use our
own maps of ‘love’ ‘passion’ ‘art’ and ‘poetry’
But we were told:
‘There is no place for you here. Tear up
your heart-shaped maps or we will tear
them up for you.’ So we ran away from them
followed our hearts
There is this cool website where you can download free books, I decided to put one of my old novels on there for free download. It is the happy tale of a female serial killer.
It is not for the faint-hearted, and the humour in there is a bit sick. Those who have read it, suddenly become scared of me, as if I am the character in the book.
I don't know whether to take it as a compliment that the character to them seems real or use this counterfeit power and steal their wotsits.
Click here to go to the website - you'll have to register to download the book - but it's free. Just click the title and follow the instructions to register.