Righter

By Jesse CRAIGNOU

Righter is a collection of stories about people putting their world right… in their own way… They can't escape reality but they can certainly bend it to suit them… because reality is always and only our own reality and is rarely suited to most…

Who can ever find Alana Love again ?

Where is the Astronaut travelling to ?

A Woman In Disappearing's world in coming to her end

Fedelma – A tale of hope and success for a woman who just wouldn't give up

Forty Braves on their way to loot…

Is this Kiss the bearer of love ?

Can Opera make you travel back in time and space ?

An unusual Travel Mate to keep you company

Tropolitsa Girls know best what's best for their men…

Where will Kim's Love and On take her ?

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jesse CRAIGNOU
• Release date: Feb 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215432266

Jesse CRAIGNOU

Coming from a multinational multicultural family I learnt many languages and to deal with many cultures… This has shown me the importance of words and communication. Words are sweet water to my lips… For lack of a better word I’ll make up my own if I have to… if it serves the purpose of my writing… words are all yet sometimes words are not enough… From the minute I could write I wrote… on everything and anything I could find to write on… I wrote I wrote I wrote… and I haven’t stopped writing yet… My first memory of writing was at home writing my name on my little blackboard… My father came to correct it… and writing was on for me from that moment on… There was a time poetry belonged in popular culture before it was held hostage by the elite… In many respects and ways I have long felt I belong in those days… People quoted and cited lines from poems as people today sing along the streets… And words were their music… A couple of years ago one of my students presented a piece of his work about Louise BENNETT -the first Jamaican woman poet- and he got me thinking on how I wish I could go back to the dawn of writing… to be the first person ever to write the first book in his language… the first fiction… Or even… Bulgarian born Elias CANETTI who, from wanting so much to understand the private thoughts his parents shared in German, went on to become one of the greatest German writers of his time and beyond… because with writing comes history… and come stories… and communication… My main interests belong in life, people and nature. People usually don’t see the surrealistic aspects of their life… when I do… Most of my endeavours are about communication and my writings are very oral in fact… they are meant to be heard and said more than read… even if one should indeed enjoy reading them… whether books, texts, poems or songs would easily find their way to the radio or stage… and I have recorded a few that I offer for sale now…

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About my Writing

Coming from a multinational multicultural family I learnt many languages and to deal with many cultures...

This has shown me the importance of words and communication.

Words are sweet water to my lips...

For lack of a better word I’ll make up my own if I have to... if it serves the purpose of my writing... words are all yet sometimes words are not enough...

From the minute I could write I wrote... on everything and anything I could fin to write on... I wrote I wrote I wrote... and I haven’t stopped writing yet...

My first memory of writing was at home writing my name on my little blackboard... My father came to correct it... and writing was on for me from that moment on...

There was a time poetry belonged in popular culture before it was held hostage by the elite...

In many respects and ways I have long felt I belong in those days...

People quoted and cited lines from poems as people today sing along the streets...

And words were their music...

A couple of years ago one of my students presented a piece of his work about Louise BENNETT -the first Jamaican woman poet- and he got me thinking on how I wish I could go back to the dawn of writing... to be the first person ever to write the first book in his language... the first fiction...

Or even... Bulgarian born Elias CANETTI who, from wanting so much to understand the private thoughts his parents shared in German, went on to become one of the greatest German writers of his time and beyond...

My main interests belong in life, people, communication and nature.

People usually don’t see the surrealistic aspects of their life... when I do...

Most of my endeavours are about communication and my writings are very oral in fact... they are meant to be heard and said more than read... even if one should indeed enjoy reading them... whether books, texts, poems or songs would easily find their way to the radio or stage... and I have recorded a few that I offer for sale now...

I also write for business and communication as well as for children.

Most of my books come in French and in English.

Righter

Righter is a collection of stories about people putting their world right... in their own way... They can’t escape reality but they can certainly bend it to suit them... because reality is always and only our own reality and is rarely suited to most...

Who can ever find Alana Love again ?

Where is the Astronaut travelling to ?

A Woman In Disappearing’s world in coming to her end

Fedelma – A tale of hope and success for a woman who just wouldn’t give up

Forty Braves on their way to loot...

Is this Kiss the bearer of love ?

Can Opera make you travel back in time and space ?

An unusual Travel Mate to keep you company

Tropolitsa Girls know best what’s best for their men...

Where will Kim’s Love and On take her ?

Righter content

About my Writing

Alana Love

Astronaut

A Woman In Disappearing

Fedelma – A tale of hope and success

Forty Braves

Kiss

Opera

Travel Mate

Tropolitsa Girls

Yasmina’s Secret

Adele Deep

Adam and Eve

Kim’s Love and On...

Thank You

Words

My Books

Audio books

Training & Coaching

Alana Love

Never starts now and so does forever...

How many Ah’s are there in Alana ? So many yet never enough...

Alana Love.

What a name !

When I first heard it I nearly laughed... Sounded like a joke and yet...

A name like Love conjures up an instant picture of perfection.

And such a beauty to top it all !

At first I thought how lucky... that girl is just blessed... What luck ! With a name like that you instantly rally all the love and harmony in the world... Some girls have all the luck... God and all the angels are just looking down on you... Can only see you... watching caring for his very creation... The destiny of a woman... of man... How far I was from imagining...

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When I met her Alana was a happy-go-lucky sort of a girl with intelligence talent and glamour to her name all in one ! All reserved hardworking musician and singer in a band rocking the nights and weekends away to the beat... rehearsing and rehearsing over and over forever in her home garage... steam stem of life rolling in the frolics of her rollicking music... who had invited me to hear her on a rainy grey Sunday... bringing the house down with metal grey sounds... beating like rain to the ground...

A life in ups and downs like a rock tempo...

Then life saw to it that we went our separate ways and over time I lost track of her and the memory of her until... One day an old common friend when asked replied : ‘Alana Love died... She crashed her motorbike to her death at 21...’

Evil metal evil machine evil fate... I murmured... then...

Speechless voiceless dumbfounded... no words there to explain to justify to tell even... Alana was gone... Forever... Never to come back... Never to rock again...

How could one expect ? How could one explain ? How could one express ?

Fate had been doing its dirty work...

Realisation dawning that I hardly ever knew her really... I felt betrayed abandoned forlorn... lost... For the first time ever in my entire life I felt life fray at the edges... Wear and tear... Threadbare... Born... Worn...

And I thought it really wasn’t fair... How could it be ? It couldn’t be ! Who what and where... and how ? That God and all his angels could allow... wouldn’t allow it... But then where was God in all this ? Who was pulling the strings ? Who rolled the dice ? Could God simply let it be ?

Bowling for Colombine ? God marches in waltzes in finger on the trigger and presses mindlessly aiming at the first moving target and... Alana drops to the ground... bites the dust... trampling over her dead