NAKED SELF PROMOTION:KINDLING THE E-BOOK FLAMES!!! HUMAN BEINGS (DICKENSIAN TWIST)


My third e-book…

HUMAN BEINGS (Dickensian Twist)

FRONT COVER

It was a dark, dark, night…Dark, dark things were happening…

Like Cupid’s Evil Twin and The Coward, HUMAN BEINGS (Dickensian Twist) is a story told in poem form. All three began their lives as performance pieces that became booklets when audiences asked if they were available for sale. All three are now available for Kindle, published by AXIOM and each costs a lot less than the price of of a pint. 

HUMAN BEINGS (Dickensian Twist) tells a story built up from various styles and approaches to poetry and prose…On one foggy night in Dickensian London, the lives of a time traveller, a drunken police officer, a mouse, a rat, a cat, a dog a raven and a baying mob comically intersect with each other. The dark shadow of Jack the Ripper looms over the tale as large as he looms over his latest victim to tell her what he thinks of her and the poverty stricken lower class of people she sprung from…

Uncaring attitudes towards the poor that existed back then and still do are explored and the question is asked, are Human Beings ever going to get any better at treating other Human Beings like Human Beings? What are people who are not poor really thinking when they deny the status of Human Being to those less well off than them? Are they the spiritual descendants of Jack The Ripper in their hatred of those they feel are beneath them?

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Down every street and alley, the miasma sought the folk…

FRONT COVER

Cupid’s Evil Twin fires poison tipped arrows, into the hearts of the the lonely…

EVILTWINCOVER

How long will it take for a bullet to kill me? Will there be time to cry out?

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TOTALLY NAKED (self promotion)

My Story Poems, which are available where you see me read or if you contact me to arrange to buy them…words and covers by the author…

Cupid’s Evil Twin is as his name suggests the very opposite of his brother. He wants to break your heart. In this story poem lonely Mary and Johnny are both subjected to the Evil Twin’s mockery and scorn under the light of the moon…

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An unnamed deserter, sentenced to death during the First World War, attempts to sum up his life and his story in one night via a poem. As he watches a candle burn down, signifying the time he has left to live, everything he has ever believed in starts to melt away too.

Will be available for Kindle soon(ish)

HUMAN BEINGS (Dickensian Twist)

On one foggy night in Dickensian London, the lives of a time traveller, a drunken police officer, a mouse, a rat, a cat, a dog a raven and a baying mob comically intersect with each other. The dark shadow of Jack the Ripper looms over the tale as large as he looms over his latest victim…Human Beings(Dickensian Twist) will be available for Kindle soon(ish)

Back cover of Cupid’s Evil Twin:

Evil Cupid (extract) and full measure of Booze related lines

The opening words of my long form poem Cupid’s Evil Twin…

Cupid’s Evil Twin

Fires poison tipped arrows

Into the hearts

Of the lonely

On every cold night

Whispers to the lonely that

There must be something wrong with you

‘Cause everybody else has got

Somebody to hold tonight…

One I sing (a capella) to the tune of Puttin’ on the Ritz:

Going on the Piss

The Weekend, what do you do
From choices, open to you
You select this…

Going on the piss

You may feel more confidence
Even if, you talk nonsense
Because of this…

Going on the piss

Drink until you stupefy or slumber
Or get knocked down get up again

Like Chumba…Wumba

Wandering from bar to bar
Feeling like a mega star
No boos or hiss…

You’re a little pissed

Another glass or maybe two
Someone’s an ass, it’s never you
We all insist…

When we’re feeling pissed

Drink until you feel the sleep of reason
Kill the line between obnoxiousness and teasing

Eyes on stalks, pop from your head
Did you see the one in red?
Lips made to kiss…

But don’t forget you’re pissed

You saunter over with a grin
Bit too wide, unsettling
Ignorance is bliss…

“Romantically” pissed

Looking at breasts, think you’re being subtle
But there’s no argument, defence, rebuttal, butt-hole

She knows that you scoped her jugs
Don’t assume, women are mugs,
When it comes to this…

They know they have tits

She looks you, right up and down
That’s not a pout, that is a frown
Awkward moment this…

Going on the piss

Still, drunkenly, you hope she’ll want to blow you
Truth is that she doesn’t want to know you,

Go you

Stagger home, get a kebab
try your best, not to get stabbed
Or a glasgow kiss…

Going on the piss…