Songs of dawn burst into my room
Blazing sunshine breaking night's gloom.

Twittering birds let me sing along
Flitting merrily into a ballroom song.

My kettle whistles a happy tune
Sending smoke signals to fading moon.

Tender buds unfurl to flower 
I retreat into fragrant bower.

Leaves on trees burst into green
Butterflies, bees sway and preen..

Sun stokes fiery trails
All day its warmth prevails

Sky transcends into azure
Lace clouds skim demure

Shadows waltz incandescence
Enchanted by day's luminescence

Serenading birds lifting gay
Beguiling promise of a new day..

I am the gypsy in the company of Nazis

I am the black slave The Empire kept under its bowler hat

I am the immigrant Albion gave the thumbs down to

The one the beer-bellied disciple would deny

The one the true blue dyed-in-the-wool cannot stomach

The one the ‘old’ rich and their host of rattled barbarian retainers despise

It matters not

By choice or by circumstance my days are numbered

After all the stateless one who has no future cares not a jot

If he dies by the blade, the poisoned pill or in the arms of a lover

Gone the flag of amorous stars

Back the plain Jane triplets

George, Andrew and David

The banner of Christianity astray

No more Oswald’s blackshirts

Unavailable in Primark

Unavailable in pink

Boneheads and loud voices

The order of the day

The compass without a pointer an immoral public servant’s treasure

Plato features in my second book The Labyrinthine Journey, and it was his dialogues Critias and Timaeus, that inspired the premise of my story and the enduring legend of Atlantis.

Plato from the School of Athens by Raphael, 1509 Wikipedia

Wednesday, October , 2019

I’m still celebrating the launch of A Ghost in the Kitchen. 

Sheiks and Shebas, welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays. Thanks again to everyone who supported and visited my book launch for A Ghost in the Kitchen. 

It’s hard to choose a category for this latest novel, or any of the stories about Pip and her friends. Above all esle, there’s whimsy.  Yet there’s also the 1920s setting, mystery, food, and there’s speculative fiction or magic realism — whichever you choose to call the ghosts.

From the Renaissance to Fantasy

Two of the ghosts were inspired by real-world people in history.  However, their time was long before the Roaring Twenties. One of those is pos-i-lutely potent poltergiest of the title, Maestro Martino.  His real life counterpart was Martino de Rossi (or Martino of Como, or Martino de Rubeis, called Maestro Martino).  That…