The Monday Poem – An American to Mother England by H. P. Lovecraft

This week's poem is H. P. Lovecraft's An American to Mother England. I hope you enjoy it!

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Strange Secrets By Mike Russell (Review)

Allow me to pose a question to you dear readers. If a tree falls in the middle of a forest and there’s no-one there to hear it, does it still make a sound? What if that forest is filled with horse-chestnut trees? What if it was oak? Can you hear my voice ask these questions? Even though you’re reading my words on a screen. How do I sound? Squeaky? Husky? How does sound exist if there is no one around to hear it? How does anything exist if no one is there to witness it? Is your brain melting into a big puddle of slop just thinking about all these questions? Me too, let’s breathe and have a cuppa. That’s better. Prepare yourself for I have an extraordinary read to share with you.

I am extremely delighted to be reviewing on the blog today Strange Secrets By Mike Russell

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