A Damocles Tear

The sun was disappearing into a distance sky

As a woman walked home with a tear in her eye.

A laugh shared at work, but there’s no one at home.

Few understand what it’s like to be really on your own.

 

 

Home to thoughts of weakness, desolation, and fear.

The only consolation lies within the tear.

Regrets and confusion with things that have past.

What should have been forever failed to last.

 

 

Loneliness is worse in a troubled mind.

Nowhere to hide with no safety to find.

Alone at night without a helping hand.

Life is suspended by the merest strand.

 

 

© 2018, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Free Until April 24th

WHY—a Novella

(also available in Portuguese)

A Review:
Drama, erotica, passion, suspense; they are all here.
A bipolar plot pitted with oodles of painful depravity, a collection of which can only be found in the depths of London’s underworld. Yet the power of love shines through, supplying blanket after fluffy blanket of a beautiful romance.
Such a lover!
A man for all seasons and reasons, but with a heart for only one woman.
What a woman!
Sigh…….A five-star romance with a beautifully and poetically crafted ending which will tear your heart-strings to shreds.

http://mybook.to/WhyDK

EWCXDe8WsAANWIx.png

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

EL CARRO

An agricultural treasure.

PERCEPCIONES

1-IMG_20160629_0001

El carro me recuerda a mi padre. Me contaba, que su segundo trabajo era el de transportar mercancía a Madrid, y lo hacía con su carro tirado por mulas. El carro es un emblema de lo que ha sido el trabajo agrícola durante años, en las familias del campo. Todo se hacía con esfuerzo, a pie, con la fuerza de los animales. El carro es un ídolo, un dios, en ese  altar de los recuerdos del pueblo. Los perros, las mulas, los bueyes, tantos animales, que hoy ya no tienen la importancia que tenían en mi infancia… Quiero hacer honor también a la rueda prehistórica, el invento matriz de nuestra historia. Sin ella nada de lo que vivimos hoy hubiera sido posible. Gracias a ese impulso de la rueda y el carro y las mulas y los caballos y los bueyes… Así nacieron las rutas, los caminos reales, la caminería…

View original post 182 more words

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | 2 Comments

A Review of A Covenant Of Spies

A detailed and well-presented review showing the depth of knowledge the reader had.

Daniel Kemp’s latest book ‘A Covenant of Spies’ is everything that I have come to expect from him; an erudite, complex tale, that is so well developed, that he quite seriously, makes me wonder if he really does know something that the rest of us can only imagine.

Just in case you’re not familiar with Daniel Kemp’s work…He writes political thrillers and A Covenant of Spies is the fourth book in his ‘Lies and Consequences’ series. His books are beautifully researched and crafted into stories navigating the world of his protagonist Patrick West. It’s a device that not only introduces the reader to the murky world of lies and spies, it also delineates the passing of time in, what to the reader, becomes a strange unfamiliar and alien place in the 20th and early 21st centuries.

The narrative is driven by dialogue between Fraser Ughert and Patrick West. Despite having known each other for many years, and on occasions worked together, there are vast areas of the Secret Services about which West knows little. Ughert is advanced in his years and he tells tales of the Cold War, spies busy with subterfuge, spies who were up to their necks in events that could shift the balance, the potential disaster of a war on humanity. We are dazzled by the sheer amount of spies of all nationalities; this book really demonstrates that there really is A Covenant of Spies.

But come on, this is fiction, isn’t it? Really? Well think again…

Cast your mind back to the first of November 2006. Alexander Litvinenko was a former officer of the Russian Federal Security Service (FSB) and KGB. After speaking critically about what he saw as corruption within the Russian government, he fled retribution to the UK, where he remained a vocal critic of the Russian state.

On the first of November 2006, Litvinenko suddenly fell ill and was hospitalised in what was established as a case of poisoning by radioactive polonium-210; he died from the poisoning on 23 November. He became the first known victim of lethal polonium 210-induced acute radiation syndrome.

The former Russian spy was poisoned with a cup of tea in a London hotel. Working with Scotland Yard detectives, as he lay dying, he traced the lethal substance to a former comrade in the Russian secret service.

Litvinenko knew that he was dying; we watched him die on television.

Reports found that Litvinenko was killed by two Russian agents, Andrei Lugovoi and Dmitry Kovtun and that there was a “strong probability” they were acting on behalf of the Russian FSB secret service.

Marina, Litvinenko’s widow, says that she, and the coroner examining his case, are disappointed that the British government has blocked a public inquiry into his death.
The coroner had argued that an inquiry was necessary because vital evidence couldn’t be considered by a normal inquest.
Speaking to Jeremy Vine on The Andrew Marr Show, Mrs Litvinenko said that she’s worried that it will not be possible to achieve justice until an inquest is completed.

Is that enough to convince you? If not try googling 4 March 2018, Sergei Skripal, a former Russian military officer and double agent for the UK’s intelligence services, and his daughter Yulia Skripal were poisoned in Salisbury, England, with a Novichok nerve agent, according to official UK sources and the Organization for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons.

Spies are facts; they are there and British history is littered with them. You couldn’t make it up,”people say, when crazy things happen, when we are face to face with “breaking news” on the news channels. The cases above are straight from that genre…reality bites and the sagacious, adroit mind of Daniel Kemp weaves a tantalising, beguiling tale.

A Russian spy, Nikita Sergevovitch Kudashov, wants the British government to give safe passage to his Granddaughter in Russia and it falls to Patrick West to investigate why Kudashov wants this. The Granddaughter has information that would be useful to our country…why shouldn’t the government grant Kudashov’s request? As a spy himself West is suspicious…and he, and Fraser Ughert deliberate into many long nights as to Kudashov’s agenda.

If you’re a fast reader, slow down, there’s an abomination here that could just happen; a hideous Orwellian manipulation…I’m saying no more, other than it’s only spoken of in little snippets, little morsels here and there, maybe just a sentence or two. Daniel Kemp gives you the clues, don’t miss them; a shudder ran up my spine as I read.

It’s no secret that I love Daniel Kemp’s work. He tussles with my mind with conundrums that I could never dream up. Seasoned readers of the ‘lies and consequences’ series will love ‘A Covenant of Spies’. New readers, I envy you. You are in the hands of a master storyteller…enjoy.

http://mybook.to/spycovenant

 

52169851._SX318_SY475_.jpg

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | 2 Comments

Goodreads

I have four novels including the #1 book, What Happened In Vienna, Jack? in the top five books on this Goodreads list of 100.
All are available in Kindle Unlimited. Three are audiobooks with two more coming shortly. Three have been translated into Spanish with one of those three being translated into Portuguese as well.

https://www.goodreads.com/list/show/46256.10_best_thriller_for_which_not_all_heard_about_?fbclid=IwAR05tkSkFI1-UJPZFaH9kD_2uYJdeRISOuFkN-sSEyVmXoY5qi12uady0dQ

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

#SirChocolatestory – Sir Chocolate and the Valentine Toffee Cupid

Something for the children to listen to and to read.

Writing to be Read

Growing bookworks Jan 2020 Growing Bookworms

My sons and I have been working hard to bring some of our free Sir Chocolate stories and “How to Make” videos to children who are at home due to COVID-19. Greg and I are recording audio versions of our free stories and posting them to our new YouTube channel with a link to the free PDF download of the illustrated story. We are also creating free animated videos of our recipes and step-by-step instructions on how to make some Easter creations. The PDF instructions are also available for free as a download on my children’s books and poetry, blog https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/.

This endeavor is part of Gregory and Michael’s outreach and community service project which has been put on hold while the schools are closed. We thought this was a nice way of keeping it going. It gives them an interest as they are helping me to…

View original post 390 more words

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | 4 Comments

Heaven

Two are one when love decides
But naught does last if either lies.
Too often deceit will play a hand
With stabbing pain left to withstand.

But wait not the Hell that beckons me,
As it will end my search for sanctuary.
My life was full and love was given
And I have had my taste of Heaven.

© 2020, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 11 Comments

marathon.

There are things that are strange and there are strange things.

I didn't have my glasses on....

confined by virus, frenchman runs a marathon on  his balcony

 In the age of confinement, Elisha Nochomovitz figured out a way to run a marathon anyway – back and forth on his 23 foot balcony.

That’s right. He ran 42.2 kilometers (26.2 miles) straight, never leaving his 7-meter-long (23-foot) balcony.

He saw it as a physical and mental challenge, but he also shared the images online as a way “to extend my support to the entire medical personnel who are doing an exceptional job. He didn’t exactly make record time. It took him six hours and 48 minutes. He got nauseous, and got worried the neighbors would complain about the pounding of his footsteps. But he did it.

Nochomovitz had been training for a marathon, and said “I needed to assure myself that I could still run 40 kilometers whatever the condition.” He lost track of how many laps he…

View original post 121 more words

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | 2 Comments

What’s To Come—-

The acclaimed Italian novelist Francesca Melandri, who has been under lockdown in Rome for almost three weeks due to the Covid-19 outbreak, has written a letter to fellow Europeans “from your future”, laying out the range of emotions people are likely to go through over the coming weeks.

I am writing to you from Italy, which means I am writing from your future. We are now where you will be in a few days. The epidemic’s charts show us all entwined in a parallel dance.

We are but a few steps ahead of you in the path of time, just like Wuhan was a few weeks ahead of us. We watch you as you behave just as we did. You hold the same arguments we did until a short time ago, between those who still say “it’s only the flu, why all the fuss?” and those who have already understood.

Advertisement
As we watch you from here, from your future, we know that many of you, as you were told to lock yourselves up into your homes, quoted Orwell, some even Hobbes. But soon you’ll be too busy for that.

First of all, you’ll eat. Not just because it will be one of the few last things that you can still do.

You’ll find dozens of social networking groups with tutorials on how to spend your free time in fruitful ways. You will join them all, then ignore them completely after a few days.

You’ll pull apocalyptic literature out of your bookshelves, but will soon find you don’t really feel like reading any of it.

You’ll eat again. You will not sleep well. You will ask yourselves what is happening to democracy.
Coronavirus: the week explained – sign up for our email newsletter
Read more
You’ll have an unstoppable online social life – on Messenger, WhatsApp, Skype, Zoom…

You will miss your adult children like you never have before; the realisation that you have no idea when you will ever see them again will hit you like a punch in the chest.

Old resentments and falling-outs will seem irrelevant. You will call people you had sworn never to talk to ever again, so as to ask them: “How are you doing?” Many women will be beaten in their homes.

You will wonder what is happening to all those who can’t stay at home because they don’t have one. You will feel vulnerable when going out shopping in the deserted streets, especially if you are a woman. You will ask yourselves if this is how societies collapse. Does it really happen so fast? You’ll block out these thoughts and when you get back home you’ll eat again.

You will put on weight. You’ll look for online fitness training.

You’ll laugh. You’ll laugh a lot. You’ll flaunt a gallows humour you never had before. Even people who’ve always taken everything dead seriously will contemplate the absurdity of life, of the universe and of it all.

You will make appointments in the supermarket queues with your friends and lovers, so as to briefly see them in person, all the while abiding by the social distancing rules.

You will count all the things you do not need.

The true nature of the people around you will be revealed with total clarity. You will have confirmation and surprises.

Literati who had been omnipresent in the news will disappear, their opinions suddenly irrelevant; some will take refuge in rationalisations which will be so totally lacking in empathy that people will stop listening to them. People whom you had overlooked, instead, will turn out to be reassuring, generous, reliable, pragmatic and clairvoyant.

Those who invite you to see all this mess as an opportunity for planetary renewal will help you to put things in a larger perspective. You will also find them terribly annoying: nice, the planet is breathing better because of the halved CO2 emissions, but how will you pay your bills next month?

You will not understand if witnessing the birth of a new world is more a grandiose or a miserable affair.

You will play music from your windows and lawns. When you saw us singing opera from our balconies, you thought “ah, those Italians”. But we know you will sing uplifting songs to each other too. And when you blast I Will Survive from your windows, we’ll watch you and nod just like the people of Wuhan, who sung from their windows in February, nodded while watching us.

Many of you will fall asleep vowing that the very first thing you’ll do as soon as lockdown is over is file for divorce.

Many children will be conceived.

Your children will be schooled online. They’ll be horrible nuisances; they’ll give you joy.

Elderly people will disobey you like rowdy teenagers: you’ll have to fight with them in order to forbid them from going out, to get infected and die.

You will try not to think about the lonely deaths inside the ICU.

You’ll want to cover with rose petals all medical workers’ steps.

You will be told that society is united in a communal effort, that you are all in the same boat. It will be true. This experience will change for good how you perceive yourself as an individual part of a larger whole.

Class, however, will make all the difference. Being locked up in a house with a pretty garden or in an overcrowded housing project will not be the same. Nor is being able to keep on working from home or seeing your job disappear. That boat in which you’ll be sailing in order to defeat the epidemic will not look the same to everyone nor is it actually the same for everyone: it never was.

At some point, you will realise it’s tough. You will be afraid. You will share your fear with your dear ones, or you will keep it to yourselves so as not to burden them with it too.

You will eat again.

We’re in Italy, and this is what we know about your future. But it’s just small-scale fortune-telling. We are very low-key seers.

If we turn our gaze to the more distant future, the future which is unknown both to you and to us too, we can only tell you this: when all of this is over, the world won’t be the same.

© Francesca Melandri 2020

 

safe_image.jpg

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 18 Comments

Tips & Advice: General Life – Baking With Children (Guest Post by Robbie Cheadle)

Something to keep the little….. ones busy 🙂

Robbie's inspiration

I am over at author, James Cudney IV’s lovely blog, This is my Truth Now, with a post about baking with children. If you don’t know James, you are really missing out. He has a great blog and shares lots of book reviews and interesting interviews. He also has some wonderful novels and a cozy murder mystery series.

Tips & Advice: General Life – Baking With Children (Guest Post by Robbie Cheadle)

It’s the next installment of the General Life segment in the Tips & Advice feature on the This Is My Truth Now blog. If you’re new to this segment, scroll toward the bottom to learn more about it and me. Today’s topic continues with Robbie Cheadle who shares her thoughts on the benefits of baking with children. Earlier this year we had a Cooking 101 course with Vanessa, and today, we are focusing on baking with kids……

View original post 374 more words

Posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur | 2 Comments