The First Review of My Book Samantha Awards it 4 Stars

Yesterday I visited the Kindle page for my book Samantha. I was delighted to see that Samantha has been awarded a 4 star review

Samantha tells the story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam escape from the physical and mental abuse inflicted on her by Barry, a brutal pimp or will she end her days floating in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Docks. For the review please visit the above link.

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Samantha by Kevin Morris Available in the Kindle Store

My new book, Samantha tells the story of a young girl forced into sex slavery in the city of Liverpool. Can Samantha escape from the mental and physical abuse inflicted on her or will she end her life in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Docks. Samantha is free in the Kindle store from 3-7 March

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My Author’s Facebook Page

I now have an author’s Facebook page which you can find here

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The First Time by Kevin Morris

It has certainly been a while since I dipped my virtual pen into the ink well and gave vent to my pearls of wisdom or whatever it is I give vent to (answers please on a postcard)! Enough of this waffle, the purpose of this post is to let you know that my collection of short stories, The First Time is available (

In this collection of short stories I explore why young women enter the world of prostitution while other stories look at what happens when the

worlds of sex and technology collide.

In “The First Time”, the first story in this collection, we meet Becky a young graduate who enters the world of prostitution in order to clear her debts.

The story looks at the effects of prostitution on Becky and her fellow escort and friend Julie. In “The Pain Behind the Smile” Issie presents her friend,

Peter with a birthday cake, however things are not what they seem.

In “Lucy” the acquaintances of a crusty old bachelor speculate how he could attract and retain the affections of a beautiful young woman. As with “The

Pain Behind the Smile” things are far from what they seem.

“Hemlock” explores what happens when machines attain the capacity to appreciate high culture. The story is both humorous and deeply serious.

I’d be interested to hear what you think of The First Time. Please feel free to leave a review on Amazon.

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Jewish Roots of Hungarian far-right politician revealed

The Independent recently carried an interesting piece about a leading member of a Hungarian Fascist Party who has discovered that he has Jewish roots. His grandmother is a survivor of Auswitz, one of Nazi Germany’s concentration camps. The repentant Member of the European Parliament (MEP) has now apologised to Hungary’s Jewish community and intends to visit Auswitz.
On the law of averages there must have been a number of members of the Nazi Party who had Jewish connections but managed to keep them quiet. It certainly makes one think! For the article please visit

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Goodbye to sex?

Yesterday’s Daily Mail has an interesting piece by A N Wilson about the future of genetics and humanity. Wilson reviews a book “Like a Virgin” by a geneticist at Imperial College London in which the author argues that the future of reproduction lies in artificial wombs and sperm. I haven’t read the book, however, according to Wilson the author sees a world in which sex becomes redundant and in which men can have babies.
There is nothing new in this. Many years ago I read a book by Professor Lee M Silver entitled “remaking Eden in the 21st Century” in which the author argues that sex will become a recreational activity while reproduction will move to the lab. Eat your heart out Aldous Huxley! For the article please visit

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Having posted Kipling’s “Recessional” on 5 August, I was prompted to revisit some of my earlier posts on the poet. Kipling is a person full of contradictions. On the one hand he produced “The Stranger” which is, arguably his most overtly racist poem, however he was also able to see beyond skin colour as can be perceived in his poem “Mandalay” which recounts the love of an english soldier for a Burmese maiden.

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Rudyard Kipling is frequently perceived as an imperial poet, a writer who glorified British imperialism and who was, not to mince words a racist. Is this an accurate portrayal?

On my bookshelves sits “Kipling,  poems selected by James Cochrane”. Cochrane’s edition contains a wide and varied selection of Kipling’s verse ranging from “Recessional” through to “The Law of the Jungle”. However one poem which is missing from Cochrane’s selection is “The Stranger”. “The Stranger” is, arguably one of Kipling’s most overtly racist poems. In it Kipling argues that different races and/or nationalities can never, truly comprehend one another. We can see the physical shape of “the stranger” but not the inner soul which is, in essence different from our soul.


“The Stranger” has, not surprisingly been used by neo-Nazis in support of their anti-immigrant and racist ideology. For example the neo-Nazi American teen girl band, Prussian Blue have performed…

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Recessional by Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling is quite correctly perceived as a poet who celebrated and actively supported the British Empire. This is undoubtedly the case, however as can be seen in his “Recessional” the picture of a jingoist is not a wholly accurate one.
In “Recessional” Kipling forsees the collapse of the British Empire. Great empires come and go and the imperial might of Britain will fade away in the same manner,
“Far-called, our navies melt away; on dune and headland sinks the fire: lo, all our pomp of yesterday is one with Nineveh and Tyre! …”.
The poem is, to modern ears somewhat jarring in it’s references to “lesser breeds without the law”, however the overall tone of the poem is one of reflection rather than unthinking jingoism.
Kipling was remarkably precient. The poem appeared on 22 June 1897 and by the middle of the twentieth century the UK was well on the way to divesting itself of it’s empire.


God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!

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How to Kill by Keith Douglas

How to Kill by Keith Douglas

Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long.
The ball fell in my hand, it sang
in the closed fist: Open Open
Behold a gift designed to kill.

Now in my dial of glass appears
the soldier who is going to die.
He smiles, and moves about in ways
his mother knows, habits of his.
The wires touch his face: I cry
Now. Death, like a familiar, hears

and look, has made a man of dust
of a man of flesh. This sorcery
I do. Being damned, I am amused
to see the centre of love diffused
and the waves of love travel into vacancy.
How easy it is to make a ghost.

The weightless mosquito touches
Her tiny shadow on the stone,
and with how like, how infinite
a lightness, man and shadow meet.
They fuse. A shadow is a man
when the mosquito death approaches.

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Photographs – my visit to the New Forest

I’ve written previously about my visit to the New Forest which took place from 14-21 May 2012. During this time I took a number of photographs (or – more accurately – being blind, sighted companions photographed scenery etc. on my behalf). Here are some of the photographs from my time there – 






Many thanks to my friend Jeff for uploading the photographs on my behalf. For my previous posts on my visit to the New Forest, please visit –

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