Updating the links and posting something little as well.

Well firstly this is the culmination of the piece of the budding couple and a little bit of an explanation.

Rebirth.

As a sort of teaser here is something more from the artifact I built during my time as an undergraduate.

this piece is called "start the ball rolling"

“You fucking idiot! I mean 250k and we were clear! What the fuck have you got me into! Guns, drugs, knives, smuggling for fucks sake!”

These raised voices were heard from the next flat, alongside the ringing sound of a slap, hand meeting flesh, the crunch of bone, neck snapping back and the thud of skull bouncing off hollow plasterboard.

There’s stressing and panic, curses and muttered arguments of what needs to be done. How to move a body, where to shift a corpse to?

“Shit!”

Clothes...car – all have to go.

New arguments erupting now, the whys, the hows etc. The last sounds heard are the sounds of a mournful question.

Which one of you bastards is going to pay to clean my drywall? 

Well then till next time ladies and gents, TTFN.

Ben. 

linkbacks to my work

Firstly this is a link to the first in the series of a short story that will potentially become an extended ebook soon.

Dear Diary, Teaching and learning.

secondly

a small reflection on the nature of erotic writing in my eyes.

pool of reflection

Love Notes, most of this isn't mine but I am working with the wonderful Ellie to finish it.

Love Notes

Poetry, one of my first pieces for storytime..

love and lust

Artistic Passions - a short series based on a piece that was graded at university. one day the full artefact will be an ebook.

part one part 2 part the third

finally this is something I wrote as a bit of fun to skate through a deadline.

one hell of a proposal

Ummm.... Hi.

I should probably actually use this thing, but basically my writing has mainly focused on the group blog at

storytime trysts

I should really post something each few days on my own work site, be it projects or writing or general whatthefuckery, so well here is a new blogger, one of my editors actually opening her new blog.

check her out and maybe stick around a while.

http://astarnightingale.wordpress.com/

there is of course the wonderful Ellie Mack my other editor so seriously check her out.

ellie.


but onto my work for the day. poetry and focusing on an old format when I was trying to write to spec as it were, it was a challenge from a tutor, write to the form and features of the style expected from the format.

An English Ode to pain.

My back aches and this pulsing pain wont leave

It follows and twists each second of each day

Hurting so much this tightness hurts to breathe

Through drugs fuel a reprieve it seems to stay

Though not though want of an easing drug 

I sit and wait forlorn for each doctors verdic’ 

Each new gimmick dissolving, mug of foam 

  The mixture tainting taste, placebo slug

Hope above all hope in  solution trick

One day this will stop, under sod and loam

The blood pulse my life hurting coursing through

 oh gods not now so strong, vomit from the pain

this is strange I should know this, nothing new

everything I push for sapped body drain

I’m struggling I know this fight less

Pushing seems so hard it seems pointless now

This hurts so much this burning this pain trap

Its all wrong its all blood and bandage mess

This stress forces pushing harder why? How

Sick I am I swear it sick of this crap

The drugs don’t work say band known as  verve

They ain’t wrong

This shock this pain signals coursing through the nerve

Testing me am to fight, is this too strong.

The blood flowing as I scream

This sickness this pain

This anger courses through me as I bleed

This follows this pushes even as I dream

Sapping me this malicious drain

Agony, shaking coursing, the creed

Thanks for reading and I will in theory post more.

looking back at 9/11

It's weird I can remember  room, seat number reaction what I wore, but I suppose every generation has an event like that. JFK, Lennon Dimebag from pantera, but it is amazing how one act can mark a decade. 9/11 was a change in the world in how people thought and was something more than an attack it was a catalyst for many ideolo=gies to take power for social control, for religious war and for liberal pc but if we weren't x then they wouldn't hate us pandering.

9/11 needs to be remembered but we need to remember the people and the event. the catalyst and when we as scholars write about the post 9/11 world make sure we do not diminish it or any other world changing linchpin. Forgetting the human cost in the rush to talk about it's affect on art, music and literature.

  take the game chrononauts there are linchpins in time change those it flips the world for example if JFK survived but Reagan didn't and Lennon did, Nixon would have been impeached and senator Lennon legalises pot in the early 90's or so say the games designers anyway. just imagine how one event which burns itself into the collective psyche can control the next decade and beyond. something to consider or the musings of a sleep eprived scholar? you decide.