Stepping over the edge.

‘Each day this Same Train of thought takes me down a Different Track assisting in my writing helping the mind relax’

Following along the river that has no end means in reality I will not return to this space. gone in search of the dawn of a new age. There has to be something out there to challenge this restless mind?

I passed a nest of cottages in a quiet country lane, history had forgotten them as it will the young family gathered around their picnic basket, settled comfortably on their soft quilted rugs enjoying their repast also the farmers in nearby meadows threshing those same meadows that year on year always yielded a good crop.

I walked on unfurling this new map life had laid out for me, thinking not alone what can I do only what must be done.

(c) Chris Black 2016.

From dark to light.

Suffering literary anxiety occurs mostly on the Sabbath day

Does it come from that little voice at the back of the head

Whispering, on the Sabbath day rest and pray

Rest is something to do once the light is switched out

Pray – once was in fashion

Now confined to when

Literary anxiety raises its ugly head

If you do not rest you will suffer burnout

Put prayer on the back burner –

If there is a hell you’ll burn

Should poetic lines always be fluid

In order that a white space not be left nude.

Pondering on topics which need not be pondered on,

At least not for long periods

May well lead to nervous exhaustion.

Chris Black. 21/09/2016


Book Launch.

Most successful night last Friday 9th September at the launch of my first book of poetry and short stories titled Same Train, Different Track for those making enquiries hopefully the book will be on sale online within the next week info @