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June – July… August?

Haha! My procrastination got the better of me and my monthly updates were pushed to the very bottom of a long list of things I haven’t got around to doing. Never mind, I’m here now. 🙂

So, where are we?

The Silk & Smoke Issue 1 was published, containing something a little prog-rock influenced by yours truly, and what a lovely compilation it was to be amongst – it’s free and most enjoyable, go on have a read.

To be completely honest, most of July has been a complete wash-out; it’s been probably one of the most depressing months I’ve experienced for a number of years, so the less said about it the better. That said, there have already been the inklings of some very dark poetry emerging from the smoldering ashes. I can’t be sure where those will be released (if ever), but I’ll let you know if they do.

August is looking more promising, there are oodles of competitions and submissions to pull together, and hopefully something will emerge.

I wish you all a joyous summer. Namaste.

May update

So Spring is upon us proper and I have therefore renewed my efforts of creativity… just writing that sentence was fairly hard work. Seriously, good things are afoot (and a hand, etc. – ok I’ll stop the puns).

A couple of my poems have been published in an anthology titled ‘For The Silent’ which is helping to promote the protection of our native species (and ones that were imported), by donating funds and raising awareness for the deaths of animals due to ‘sport’. You can purchase a copy here.

I have also had news that one of my poems will be published in a magazine which should be coming out in summer, produced by Silk & Smoke.

Of course I am continuing to write various other bits – and sometimes I think I may be spreading myself thin… I have considered concentrating on one thing at a time, but my brain doesn’t like it, I find I need to diversify my creativity to keep it active. Which is ok, but can be hard work sometimes.

Oh well, keep on swimming…

April update

This month’s blog is a little behind, partially due to my awesome laziness, but also because I have genuinely been busy – not writing I’m afraid, but dealing with home-stuff.

Pleased to say that I’ve had another poem published in a poetry journal (The Dawntreader), and have submitted a another piece which has been accpeted but not published until later this year.

Various other submissions are still pending.

On the back of how lovely my latest poetry collection turned out (A Small Herd Of Cats) I have decided to pull together another, which may or may not be cat related at this moment – I have got a number of cat ideas floating in my head still.

Plus I have finally started writing (in ernest) the second instalment of my cat adventure story… the aim is not to leave 5 year gaps between each instalment, but I’m blaming that on the family!

Onwards, onwards, the ship sales on through the night…

March update

The full steam ahead begining of the year has not showed sign of slowing yet… in case your thinking that the limited output I leave in my wake is not what a normal person considers to be ‘full steam’, ‘throttle’, or indeed ‘fast paced’. Then I would remind you that I label myself a ‘life-long procrastinator’, so don’t judge me, just be willing to accept that my current pace is very unlike me!

As I was saying …the collection of verse is finally up on Amazon, I urge you to purchase and read, as I have a starving student illustrator to recompense for her wonderful contributions.

Additionally, I have revised book one of my feline adventure story, ‘Tails From Darkly Moon’, which is also now listed on Amazon and again, I can’t stress enough what a fantastic read it is… my young son is thoroughly enjoying it as a bedtime ditty.

There are a couple of potential publications in other areas pending at the moment, which I will describe further in the next update or two.

February update

January was a good start to the year, cold and there was some amount of illness, but still productive. In fact it took a hallucinatory, fever-addled brain that allowed me to make a really positive connection to some of the bits and bobs of writing I had lurking about.

I have finished the book of verse, and the illustrations are coming along nicely, so it should be ready for a March publication deadline.

The Redwell Anthology is progressing and should also have a spring publication date, which will be good stuff, one short story and a poem in there.

I have a poem due to be published in the spring edition of a literary journal, news about that to come soon. And I submitted another poem and a short story to two other publications… awaiting the outcome of those.

Additionally, I am working on a collection of short Cthulhu stories, which I may or may not publish myself; depending on whether I can get any published elsewhere first. As well as a novella which I am planning to publish on Wattpad.

See what I mean – productive! 🙂

New year update

So the year has started and my reserves are suitably prepared to see me through the winter months into the spring – although the weather seems to have forgotten it is winter at the moment.

As usual my intent is to post as much as possible, but that may trickle off over time… may be not this year. 🙂

Things on the horizon:
I have been working on a collection of poetry that is due for publication early this spring – more info coming soon.
Redwell Writers is publishing a second anthology soon which will include a short story and a couple of poems of mine.

Namaste.

Halloween Haiku 2018

A triplicate triptych(!) of haiku for the celebration of Samhain.

Halloween Haiku No.1
The sun sinks early,
foreboding winds prevail as
night swathes its ink cloak.

Halloween Haiku No.2
Chill, pitch autumn eve.
Frightful terrors haunt the soul –
Samhain Night once more!

Halloween Haiku No.3
The graveyard beckons,
a winter moon draws shadows
out of granite teeth.

Halloween Haiku No.4
Alight the candles,
pumpkin carved, a wicked smile
keeps the ghouls at bay.

Halloween Haiku No.5
Midnight comes too soon;
Witching Hours begin to tick,
palpitations pound.

Halloween Haiku No.6
Fear seeps down my back,
these morning hours; a lifetime.
Ancestors help me!

Halloween Haiku No.7
Thrice knocks the iron,
the dead remembered await;
keys shake in my hand.

Halloween Haiku No.8
Darkness pervades me,
vile children of the night drool –
my living flesh threatened!

Halloween Haiku No.9
Gnashing fangs, blood spumes.
Bones crunch under ground meat-skin –
You chose the wrong door.

M.R. Hume © 2018

Unfinished – No.45

I think I cried once,
when it was cold, and I’d lost something precious.
There was no-one there to catch me
as a hole in the world opened and I slid under.
Under the ice, slowly drifting with all the other debris.
Until you offered hope –
it tastes like honey, or cocaine, I’m not sure which –
very moreish with a cup of chai.

Yet, you grind away at me.
The brief periods of calm I used to take for granted
are now the dreams of a life once lived.
When did time become so important?
You are my ‘choice’ of recreation,
filling hours that used to be mine alone.
You require constant, undiluted attention,
twenty out of twenty-four.
Never mind – I can sleep when I’m old, and you can look after me.

M.R. Hume © 2018

Crash

Let’s say love is a train,
with passengers who presume to know where they wish to go.
They believe it has solid tracks
which outside forces cannot alter.
They hope it has strength and power,
so it will not stop, will not falter.
A one-way journey trundling
towards a private destination,
your bounty of happiness and trust –
a personalized railway station.
And if love is this allegorical train,
well today baby, I’m your driver and I’ve lost control.
We’re about to cruise at breakneck speed
and take a detour through your soul.
We’ll career dangerously near to the thresholds
of my pleasure and your pain,
I’m gonna make you sick, you’d better jump quick,
‘cos honey, I’m about to crash your train.

There ain’t no more stops, no more vanity shops,
we lost the marriage, the baggage, and buffet car.
I’m sick of sticking to the rules
only to watch you shrug them off,
this time sweetheart you’ve gone too far.
“If I can’t have you, no-one will!” – a cliché,
I’ll carry out to the bloody end.
So sit back, relax, and remember your words –
“I’m never gonna leave you, I’m your only friend.”
We’ve a few moments to reminisce,
the bad times that we’ll miss,
before we thunder into that wall just around the bend.

Yeah, that’s right, love is a terminal train,
with plexi-glass and padded walls,
and passengers who are quite insane.
So remember that in your next life when
you destroy your next husband or your next wife;
when your happy glow is sunshine shimmering,
when wild fire burns down the forest of lust,
when icy silences leave your mind shivering,
when the blues of break-up feel like a rain of the un-just.
Remember these words, and remember this pain,
‘cos baby – I’ve just crashed your train.

M.R. Hume © 1992

There Will Be No Revolution ’14

We stand before you broken, beaten, and tired.
We have no strength left to fight.
We can no-longer resist the burden that is forced upon us.
We can no longer fight the good fight against mediocrity and populism.
We are to become sheep.
There will be no revolution.

We will follow your religion without question or deviance.
We will obey your laws without falter.
Listen to your politicians,
read your newspapers,
watch your televisual brainwash.
We will not deny ourselves the chance
to be influenced by advertising,
the celebrity circus,
and all the media fair.
We will resign our free spirited mind to the masses.
Join the melting pot,
let fashion dictate our clothes,
our hair,
our accessories,
and the cars we drive.
There will be no revolution.

We will succumb to the property sponge;
buying into overpriced houses we cannot afford,
while happily, blindly, paying a loan shark by any other name
a non-negotiable, non-associable rate of interest.
We will contribute to your expensive taxes,
insurance,
health plans,
dental care,
and charitable organisations,
without considering where or how the money is spent.
We will worship your one true god,
striving to fill your bank accounts with as much of it as possible,
substituting any need for a spiritual identity
with that of material greed.
And we will not rest or relax
until the day we can no longer raise our bodies to work,
or dedicate our life to the almighty purpose of slavedom
There will be no revolution.
Children! There will be no revolution today.

We will eviscerate and feed ourselves upon
a sexuality that finds pre-pubescent girls and boys desirable,
quench our lust with malnutritioned,
paranoid,
neurotic partners,
who strive to stay young,
in a vain attempt to deny our mortality and lack of purpose.
And we will condemn those who cannot understand,
interpret or define your blurred borders,
by labeling them ‘different’ or ‘abnormal’,
classify,
stereotype,
and exclude them,
contain,
punish,
and exile them,
from your social utopia which we proclaim to have created.
You are advanced, sophisticated,
the very height of an evolutionary pinnacle.
There will be no revolution.

We will continue to ignore
the growing global contamination
of our one and only true asset – our home,
The Earth.
Because we will find it easier,
and eventually more rewarding
to do nothing when faced with the concept
of diverting from the course
of your self-perpetuating system of rules and regulations.
There will be no revolution!

We will continue to deny responsibility
for any of our ancestral in-justices,
ignorance and merciless violence,
by hiding behind feel good,
guilt relieving constructs,
such as biased education,
the pretence of religion,
pseudo-science,
and false morality.
We will continue to relish in our ability to fuck,
to glorify the fundamental instinct of propagation.
We will congratulate ourselves for recognising
and defining our own purpose,
in the continued production of weapons,
and feebly hide behind the proposition,
that they, bring us to a state of peace.
We will never relinquish the fantasy of control.
We will never succumb to the reality of a simple life.
There will be no revolution.

People! There will be no revolution today.

M.R. Hume © 2014

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