Herewith the work of my son, George Blamey-Steeden. I asked him to put something together in regard to my new book, ‘ONCE A SOLDIER, NOW A GHOST’. The net result, a Vineo video along with a beautiful piano piece he’d composed and performed. Also, the cover work for the tale was of his design. If … More ‘ONCE A SOLDIER, NOW A GHOST’ – A Short Video
As ever, when a new book is finally done and dusted there comes a mysterious emotion seeking a home in my grey matter. I’ve never be able to put my finger on what it is. Have I lost a friend, or made one? I haven’t the foggiest notion. One thing for certain, I shall pine … More ONCE A SOLDIER, NOW A GHOST
Eternally ‘alive’ in a particle of time, be they the ripe and the rotten; the virtuous and the nefarious; the tramp sleeping rough under railway arches; the forgotten harlot without a worthy client; those who sadly have no limbs, the collective despair of vagrants, lost souls destined to roam yet still immortal. For one and … More THE PARTICLE OF TIME HOTEL
The little one’s smile has been kidnappedhe has no expression nowThe Drone took out his familyhis homestead and his father’s ploughYet one day when the scars of fearheal they’ll be replacedfirst by tears of memoriesthat have left a bitter tasteThat bitter taste fades awayand later resentment comesthat’s when all innocence is lostand he’ll march to … More DRONE OF PLUNDER, DRONE OF MIGHT
A single blue rose? She thought such a thing unattainable, but here it is. Presently it sits comfortably upon the creaky old table…the scullery table…close by the usual washed pile of laundry waiting to be ironed. A gift? Not sure, probably ‘yes’. Rare and precious you are Blue Rose, yet only the thief could have … More A SINGLE BLUE ROSE
Dusk, a naïve unreliable birdbrain Sun seeks what will be his best ever daily suicide, a suicide devoid of any umph, rather than merely take to sleep in blissful Moonlight. Not that Selene notices, as she walks hither and yon, her parasol in hand, and a catchpenny frock that bids her dishonest ‘have a nice … More AN AVERAGE NIGHT IN THE LIFE OF SELENE & PAN
What side of the moon should the paralysed young woman of little thought, but considerable beauty, should venture to? She’d already given up on the Sea of Tranquillity as well as the Sea of Clouds and was now considering the Moon’s other side, the dark side. The hairy man wearing thick glasses who runs the … More THE MAGIC MAN
I thought that I’d be a human bomb dropping down on a faraway war A onetime ugly beast who travelled invisible door to door I changed my mind when I went blind outside of the firearm store When I fell in love and murdered a merry sado-masochist edible whore How and why I did that? … More LUNATIC IN PARADISE
EMPTIER THAN BEFORE Based upon the night of Friday 13th November 2015 in Paris when gunmen and suicide bombers hit a concert hall, a major stadium, restaurants and bars, almost simultaneously – 130 people dead and hundreds wounded. ~Delighted slaughterersgifted nurtured knavesabsurd devotional mimicsthe black, black void, your cagenow you are emptier than beforeyour whys’ … More EMPTIER THAN BEFORE
Icy roads, frosted windows, numbing fingers, frigid memories, and a heart as smooth as mirrored glass, for that was the affliction that haunted her, night and day, day and night. Even the petite early spring snowdrops flattering the woodland garden beneath couldn’t comfort her. ‘How so?’ thought the sightless prima-ballerina living in the penthouse above, … More CHOCOLATE FONDANTS – 1946
- MIKE STEEDEN - 