Memoirs of the Village Idiot

‘How is it possible that life, for the life of it, could be painful and joy-less? Yet it has survived for ages?’…

Is the ability to see the world in its most unflattering state, without reason nor rhyme, a gift or a curse with a pinch of mental instability?

Meanwhile Back at the Nest

Only through dialogue with nature and the animal kingdom can we hope to fathom the human condition. Such conversation enables us to establish a fresh benchmark by which to gauge the significance of what it takes to be human in a truer sense of the word. This collection of poems represents the findings of a man who is still very much a work in progress!

beyond observer’s books

and climbing boys

there nests a bird

that only takes

to wing

to prey

on feeble-minded men

designed for toil

and useful days

but who stand too long

and gaze

gathering sunlight at its tail

it swoops unseen

and strikes

with song caresses

ear and mind

while talons grip

the heart

and choke all talk

this bird

part nightingale

part hawk

Meandering With The Months

Embark on a journey of nature’s beauty and wonder with Meandering With The Months, a collection of poetry that takes you on a lyrical journey through the seasons. Each month is like a slice of cake, each with its own unique flavour and essence, inviting you to step inside and immerse yourself in the natural world. Whether you’re exploring the great outdoors or curled up in your favourite chair, Meandering With The Months offers a chance to wander, contemplate, reflect and relax. Be transported through a kaleidoscope of colours and emotions as you travel through the year, discovering the treasures each month has to offer.

Meandering Ideas

Following Maria Marshall’s A Child’s War, her memoir of family life during World War 2, this first collection of her poetry covers subjects ranging from the beauty of nature to mind-boggling discoveries about the universe, as well as places and events in Kilkenny City, where she and her late husband Peter lived for the last 20 years.

May I Have a Word

The collection of poetry contained on the pages of this book serves as a peek into Lukasz Kuraj’s within. Subjects he chooses to explore are vessels of his thoughts carefully steered towards their final port. Structure is the current which propels them forward taking the reader on board for the brief moments deserving to be written into the captain’s log. Whether fighting a storm or admiring a clear blue sky, the journey undertaken is worth the while spent discovering the great care for each line put down on paper to exist even beyond the horizon. Feeling harboured in every verse reflects his inner voice the way a tract throws light back into the heavens. Upon arriving at the destination Lukasz would like the reader’s trip to be one to treasure and his love of words to be seen from below deck as well as from the crow’s nest. Let’s leave the shore together in search of an adventure and immortality of the soul.

Marvels, Mischief, and Mishaps

Immerse yourself in this new collection of funny tales, advice, and observations. Once again, the author provides amusing and embarrassing stories of life, wearing her heart on her sleeve.

This is the author’s second collection of poetry and poetic tales, following the success of A Few of My Favourite Things. Laying her emotions bare for all to see, she hopes to bring a little joy and a large helping of humour to as many people as she can. The book is so relatable, and it should come with a warning as it will journey you through many emotions. You could be in tears at one point and then laughing out loud the next.

As with her first book, Amanda continues her efforts to raise money for Alzheimer’s care and research. So, once again with every book she sells, she will donate £1 towards charity.

So, sit back, hold on to your hat, and let us take this rollercoaster of emotions together!

M.J.K’s One Hundred Talks on Mary Jane Kelly

In the late spring of 2019, I suffered an accident that put me in a deep coma for days. The details of the event are yet to be clearly explained, since I developed a retrograde amnesia, which doesn't let me remember the previous moments and thus fully recall it. However, the raw facts go like this: I woke up in the middle of the night, in the seaside house where I had travelled for the weekend, went outside and fell out of a nearby three storey balcony on the asphalt in the street. When I came out of the coma, I was diagnosed with a gash in the carotid artery on the right side of my neck.

It immediately came to my mind that what provoked Mary Jane Kelly's death, the last victim of the so-called Whitechapel murders in 1888 committed by Jack the "Ripper" (a sobriquet never mentioned across this book) was precisely the same injury as a result of aggression, although many barbaric ones had been perpetrated on her. Of all the canonical Ripper murders, Mary Jane Kelly's is considered the most gruesome, and also puzzling, of them all. During the long weeks I passed in bed following my accident, Mary Jane Kelly invaded my thoughts and gave me company, offering me talks on herself, always in the form of poems and verses. That's the genesis of this book.

Lucy and the Others

Lucy and the Others is the first collection of poems by Danny Horn.

By turns thoughtful and funny, and sometimes frenzied and despairing, this collection of new poems captures the unique perspective of a generation trapped between frequencies.

Love, Life, Death and Therapy

The complexities of heartbreak, the shadows of trauma, the struggles of mental health, and the warmth of love – all find refuge within these pages.

Delve into a journey that captures the essence of the human experience, where every emotion has its sanctuary.

Let this book be your haven, a space to confront, reflect, and heal.

Love Notes From My Phone

‘Walking in the dark abyss of pain and anguish made me feel like there was no hope for survival and that it was not worth it to carry on.
I viewed love through a dark haze at times, and heartbreak embodied my life for many years; I took solace in drunken escapades with men and meaningless sexual experiences.
This is my story; this is my truth; this is the real, raw, emotional, passionate, ecstatic, painful, genuine tale of my life.
This is a tale of longing for so long when, if only I had held my head high and my shoulders upright, I would have realized it was me I was looking for in the mirror all along.’
Cat Hopes

Love Fool

‘They said
never love a fool
’coz your eyes shine in a fool
but
when love knocks on you
grab love like a fool
’coz you are indeed a love fool

They said
never be a fool
’coz love runs from a fool
but
when love stands in your eyes
you can’t hide a fool
’coz you are the fool’

We live life only once, let’s love freely as far as destiny takes us.

Love And Other Thoughts

I floated to the West

I floated through the water
Through the air and the land
Then I became the raindrops in the sand
I floated in the night
Weightless. No effort was made by me
And all the stars were smiling
In the morning I arrived
From the Middle Kingdom far away
I floated
I floated to the West
That’s what they say