At last methought that I had wander’d farIn an old wood; fresh washed in coolest dew,The maiden splendours of the morning starShook in the steadfast blue. – Tennyson. Like the delicate notes that open a violin sonata; each element of the morning combined before her eyes to form a beautiful picture. It was a marvelous…
“DJ Stephanie…is DJ Stephanie doing a set here tonight?” “Ah Stephanie, no, no. Tomorrow, nine o’clock. You come back then.” Mick smiled and blinked hard as he looked at the man’s glistening, dark brown eyes. Eyes set into a hairy, brown Aegean face that was framed by the dazzlingly white wall beyond. The man had…
 Being greatly stirred,I turn to where I heardThat whisper in the night;And there a breath of lightShines like a silver star. – Urbiciani, Canzonetta c. 1250 AD  Claudia beamed a smile of satisfaction as she took her seat in the courtyard of the Accademia di Santa Cecilia. Moments before, an usher had guided…
 Hast thou heard the butterfliesWhat they say betwixt their wings?Or in stillest eveningsWith what voice the violet woosTo his heart the silver dews? – Tennyson, Adeline.  Claudia awoke and saw that the sun was already well above the horizon. The view from her bedroom window was of a cloudless azure sky and a…
This is a chapter from a novel I’ve been writing, on and off for the last few years. Whilst writing it I happened to discover my penchant for writing porn…………. Please leave a comment to tell me what you think and I’ll think about finishing the novel. As glistening spume is blown ashore, as bubbles glow in…