I haven’t posted on my blog since I released my first short story Kiss Of A Racist. In the six months plus since then, I’ve released a second ebook and will release my third before the 31st. Don’t ask me why the hiatus, because I wouldn’t have a good answer (crying face emoji). Regardless, I’m back like I left something!
I present to you my genre bending, and spectacular second ebook Life For Rent
Want to go further down this rabbit hole? Watch me in all my nerdy glory read & dissect a spoiler free excerpt from my ebook.
I hope you lovely gentlefolk enjoy this latest Alpha story!
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© Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh – Storyteller, Poet & Intern at Wordsmith Inc 2019. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh – Storyteller, Poet & Intern at Wordsmith Inc with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
My character & the coin
I had a relationship with patience.
She would calm me with a pause before my lips.
When hunger emptied my core, she’d fill it with a soft aroma.
Any doubts that lay with me, she could cast away with one question.
But i never loved her.
My head was turned – i saw a beauty that promised to fulfil my every desire.
We would sweat our bodies sore caressing spherical wants. She made me a better player than i was.
Wrapped up warm in front of a fire we poured every fantasy into pages that turned over quietly – perpetually, like her, like me. She made me a better writer than i was.
She was the opposite of patience, a constant need for the now. However, i couldn’t have known one without the other.
My greatest weakness, becomes my greatest strength – two sides, same character, same coin.
By Alpha Cauwenbergh
🌀Haiku No.20 – Days Of Future Past.
A heart felt experiment in haiku structure. what do you feel?
The aim was to tell a story, where the first two lines worth of syllables where comprised of only two words. Words who’s connection to the last line would become more meaningful when related to each other, and not just in the context of this miscarriage.
Why are people becoming less religious?
What are your experiences growing up as a Black Man in Britain?
Why did you leave The Congo?
So excited that this day is finally arriving after two and a half years! My novel will be available in ebook and paperback forms from Amazon as of the 9th. All i can hope for now is that people enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!