The Mother Lode

By Andrew Sparke

A second volume of autiobiographical free verse from one half of the performance duo, The Incredible Fake Twins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: APS Publications
• Release date: Mar 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781911310945

Andrew Sparke

A lawyer and retired local government Chief Executive, Andrew Sparke has reinvented himself as a writer and indie publisher. He owns and manages APS Publications, a vehicle for fiction, poetry, food, travel, sport, erotica, music, photography, health and spirituality, which publishes other indie authors as well as his own work. News and more information is available online at andrew.sparke.com Two novels 'Abuse, Cocaine and Soft Furnishings' and 'Copper Trance & Motorways' are available. A third entitled 'Anger Limerence & Fault Lines' is in preparation.

Book preview

WILD VERSE

NOT RHYMES...BUT RHYTHMS

AND SOMETHING AKIN TO POETRY...

AUTHOR’S NOTE

A Drabble is a complete story or article framed in exactly 100 words. Not 99 or 101. The concept of the Drabble either as an exercise for writers or as a competitive event was invented many years ago by David Wake of New Street Authors. Flash Fiction is much the same although the rules as to length and content are different.

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Refracted Light

Silent Melodies

Vital Nonsense

Wicked Virtue

Love & Levity

Tequila & Me

Tea Among Kiwis

Abuse Cocaine & Soft Furnishings

Copper Trance & Motorways

CONTENTS

A Drabble

Wibbly Wobbly

Grace

Delay

Shadowed Valley

Diana

Conversation

Building Boys From Men

Tigers of the Mind

Reportage

Rasta Coffee

Modern Life

Money

Adjusted Reality

Women

Sisters

On Show

Sin

Finding Her

Lunch Hour

Water By Any Other Name

Mellotrons and Moogs

New Street Blues

Cliches

My Sin

Someone’s Trying To Tell Me Something

Trident

In Places Without You

Writers’ Doggerell

Upside Down World

Only Dancing

Making Love

Temporary Temperance

Afraid To Dance

I Don’t Know Why

Journey Foretold

Legend Of The Fens

Felt By Candle Light

Bounce

Clearing Thoughts

Marianne’s Breakfast Mix

Nocturnal Voices

Not Just Empty Words

The Poet’s Charter

My Child

The November Manifesto

Daft Things

Roses

Haven

In Syria Before The War

The Hawks

For A Woman To Know Herself Loved

Sugar Daddy In The Club

Losing Out

Imaginings

Safe

The Promise

Karma: The Plan

Resignation

Layers

For Leonard

Perspective

Cold Baltic Waters Blue

Sevens

He Said She Said

Blue Lights

Parthian Shot

The Twelve Arguments of Christmas

Elves In Pointy Hats

Losing Jesus (For Michel)

Giving or Receiving

I’m Easy

Swearing Verse

Voyeur

Early Thoughts

How Would You Know Me?

You

That Kiss

Snowboards

The Secret Marriage

Oh Indeed

The Ladykiller

Der Rosenkavalier

Everywhere The Rain

Don’t Be Malcontent

The Git

Gnomic Utterances

Partnership The Count Of Monte Custard

Skiing On Scotch

Zodiac

Catherine Says

Living On Gun Street

Nothing Of Anything

The World Will End In June

City and Cathedral

Shopaholic

Hair For The Head Jaw and Body

Summer Time

On Sunday

Twisted Logic

Tequila and Me

A Child and His Vegetables

The Kiss

For She Who Knows

Seduction

God Given

Wandering

Fatal Conundrum

In the Name Of God Or Allah

Jihad

Jihadi Long John

Abuse

Lucky Town

I’m A Driver

The Hawknose Harlequin

Read The Book

The French Braid

Lost In The Past

Surface

Pretties

Forgiving

Spectrum

Survival Is Not Enough

Senior Moment (Helter Skelter)

In The Night Garden

In Faith

Sculpty Park

The Wolves

Fate

Bridges

Gardens Of The Heart

Oh No

Feathers

An Earring

To You

Thai Storm

Dance Of Life

Home Alone

The Tower

Neo's

At Closing Time

Yesterday Has Gone

A DRABBLE

The hair once halfway down his back is long gone but his beard seems a fixed part of his character, the constant link from the gangling student to the silverback sixty year old who yet refuses to grow up. He possesses, in no particular order of importance, desires, skills, friends, attachments, children and ideas. He counts himself lucky. He believes he once glimpsed the path of real love and has followed its Jack-o-lantern wiles ever