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It needed a touch of focus and polish, so here it is. Please share with people who might enjoy my work. Or your enemies, it’s not up to me what you do with it.
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Author Archives: MBBlissett
Whether dream
Streets turned to mirrors
Marking time with cigarettes
And in my head
I’m twisting you to points of
Sublime, complicated pleasure
Being smart is sometimes
As much a burden as being aroused
The world mocks the man
Who owns himself
Good
Bad
But my kisses are sweet
And before the world calls me
Home
One last kiss
Whether dream
Whether real
To send us off
To whatever comes
Next
Update
I’ve been setting up 51R which turned out to be a larger piece of work than expected.
It is much better and I am excited to share some of it with you in the near future.
There’s been some deep work with the writing and it’s been good so far. It’s a time of transition, which is reflected in the work I am doing.
Change is coming, and I couldn’t be happier.
I’m on Twitter as @mbblissett
Stephanies Son
I’m Stephanies son
Not Brendon
Or Brian
Nor Frank
But her son
And also Brians grandson
Tim’s nephew
Once I was Patsys husband
And I’ll always be
Harley And Scarletts dad
And amidst all those names
Some part of me
Remains apart
Hoping someone will see
If I could fix myself
But, sometimes I wonder
If it’s too late for me
And in the most eloquent
Expressions of anxiety
If one day she’s going to be bored
Of me
But nameless and faceless
I still reach out
Take my hand and tell me
I’m not invisible
51R
51R
U 83L0NG 2 51R
A novel from M B Blissett.
A woman enters into a virtual world to realise her darkest fantasies and falls in love with the man responsible for bringing them to life, pitting her against the rules of the world she has entered.
Coming soon from L&MB Press.
Strings of light and shadow
There are moments
Hung suspended
A string of lights
Still lit,
Long past the season,
A few bulbs, dead with time
But sat there,
Bathed in a carnival of light,
All festive colours
Even the cheer has a dim memory,
But the shadows matter as much
As the light they oppose,
And between them both
I sit
And hold your hand
