Henri Rousseau: The Dream MY OLD STRAW HAT (a fiction) a simmering island mass an entity where moral codes of both the uncaged, untamed vertebrates and spineless wild things long since have fallen foul of tepid fate’s unearthly indifference cloaked saturated evergreen perspiring rooted miscreation’s of a godforsaken helter-skelter intemperate jungle uglifying the less … More MY OLD STRAW HAT
Photograph by Natalie Shau ‘We are our choices’ – Jean-Paul Sartre Hellish hard to determine what, if any, section of a new book one should impart in an attempt to expose it’s blanket disposition when I am naught but a fanciful old fool and my co-author is currently glued to her weeding and seeding only … More AN AUDIENCE WITH THE EMPRESS
‘WHATEVER HAPPENED TO EVE?’ by Shirley Blamey & Mike Steeden “Clouds above, what is this bloke on? He only introduced a new book a week or so ago…now another? Is the man off his head?” Probably I am, however in my defence this one is more than a tad different from its forebearer. Firstly, a … More ‘WHATEVER HAPPENED TO EVE?’
Good Lord, I’m quite taken aback. My latest book has only just this minute been listed on Amazon and look at all these fabulous reviews and messages I’ve received from the fabled and the famous. These are just a mere sample. Marilyn Monroe: “I can’t thank you enough, Michael. It’s about time the truth was … More FANNY, I THINK OF YOU OFTEN
That I felt the burning hurt of the sharp slap about my face confirmed my heart still pumped. Reluctant conjoined eyelids fought good reason in their quest for an equitable divorce. Then the soothing touch of a soft, lukewarm palm upon my brow set in motion a myriad of wideawake apparitions. It was the girl … More C’EST LA VIE
“I say Carruthers, I’ve heard tell Jacob is racist. What pray do you make of that my friend?” “Who the bleddy hell is Jay Cobb when he’s at home?” “I think you got the wrong end of the stick old chum, it’s Jacob Rees-Mogg who’s racist.” “Good Lord, so Rees-Mogg is aka Ray Cyst. Doesn’t … More NEWS OF BREXIT ISSUES REACHES THE FOREIGN OFFICE IN LONDON
‘…When I am on a pedestal You did not raise me there Your laws do not compel me To kneel grotesque and bare…’ Leonard Cohen from the song ‘Avalanche’ “Taken aback by the exclusive wilderness that eclipsed my ‘Paradise Wasted’ I footslogged best I could, ever onward knowing this neck of the woods was not … More EVE’S CONFESSION UNDER CAUTION
