P. S. Clinen

A Poem – The Composer

The Composer grows weary. But fret not, my deary! For in his dreams and slumbers Come his greatest scores and numbers…

Let me introduce a lad that I know. He’s really quite nice, though it may not show. His face and attire could give you a start; with spider leg hair – his name is Art. No doubt he’ll be showing up on this site every now and then…. What better time for you toContinue reading “Meet A Friend Of Mine”

A Poem – In The Forest With No Light

Reading over a few scraps from years ago I stumbled across this poem. I realise now that this poem must have been an early prototype for the ideas behind Tenebrae Manor. This was a dream I had that was so vivid it became what you see below. The best ideas come in sleep, a placeContinue reading “A Poem – In The Forest With No Light”

A Poem – Child

Tree bark, dagger sharp, Tri-pointed shape. Cutting out the jigsaw sky To other-worldly drape Scattered fallen wooden tokens Sudden star-struck floor. Rounded, fragile floating leaves Of green and verdant lure. Life alone or death surrounding Dancing, closing in. Glassy shimmer, distant bay, Renegade of sin. Aimless ribald vagabond Skipping all the while. Indifferent to whatContinue reading “A Poem – Child”

Editorial Review – Tenebrae Manor

I am elated to have received my first editorial review for Tenebrae Manor. To receive a 5 star review is incredibly humbling; I am very thankful for the kind words. See below: “This was one of the loveliest books I have read in a long time. My review cannot do it justice.” “Deep within aContinue reading “Editorial Review – Tenebrae Manor”