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It all breaks like the tide upon the shore, where lovers ease their hurts and find their sorrows dissolved in the softness of that truth to hold and give that acceptance where love has no bounds. 

Most of my books are stream of consciousness, beat writing, mystical satire, Gothic humor, coffee Zen, Noir, practical enlightenment tendencies, existentialism, quotes, vignettes, tales, and largess of the spirit in heart based frequencies.

This is an audiobook of short stories that can be listening to over a cup of coffee in some sunny nook where you can be pleasantly surprised by the twists and turns of the different tales. 

These are many short sketches of daily life observed over a month of Sundays and other sundry moments. 

This book has to be read for it's too much to explain. 

This book is about the space we all have in the now of our lives that we live and love day to day as we travel through it to find what we have never lost in that complete isness that comes upon us suddenly sometimes when we least expect it but is so welcomed and reached for and so wished for when. This is my story of Zazen....

This is a ghost book set in Snowflakes Anonymous. It is about the goings on of the ghosts there and a girl who walks into it after she loses all hope when the evil Queen lost out to the builder. It is a comedy.

How might it have been if Holmes and Watson grew into great age together with all the forgetfulness and infirmities that age brings? And Moriarty, Holmes’s arch rival, would be doddering around still and causing trouble - perhaps by using modern technology such as the wireless to agitate in any way he can, and cause the most disturbance by some dastardly machine that can interrupt the wireless waves and put his voice there, even though he sits in his wheelchair and is housebound.

Short Gothic stories with satire.

This is the second book in the Zen series in which Zen, Kelek, George, and the others experience the city of Dongor and Count Stark.

The Rebilous Exchange, or Zen's place where the poets, dreamers, writers, and those who could and would not fit in met and lived and dreamed.

This audiobook is what it seems.

This audiobook may be a conglomeration of loosely bound stories done in a stream of consciousness style to evoke the feeling of being there on the long journey home, or not as the case may be.

This map is an idea that time will only take you as far as time allows and being read suggests no more than it does; so never let it be said that something can't be said if it's worth saying.

This is a book of short stories of all different types.

When she came to the train station she waited for the first train out of town and settled herself on a wooden seat in the empty station and hoped no one else would come along and disturb her. After a while her head began to nod, and before long, the ordeal which had worn her out drifted away as she dozed off to the hum of the trains travelling along the tracks to somewhere else. The X-ray dog settled down near her to guard her against all comers and before long was asleep too.

This book is the best of my work over the last three years and covers jobs around the home such as painting, plumbing, and carpentry. Also there is how to play the saxophone. The last part covers quantum entanglement and the spirit world.

I don't remember my dreams normally. I come out of dreaming and let them go and become whatever reality I'm thinking, and by the time I've found out where I am the dreams have slipped away out of mind, and no matter how rich or poor the dreaming was, nothing of it remains when I'm awake, but here are a few that did remain.

This story sells itself by inference as it goes along and relies for its context upon the clues scattered within its generalities and has as its bearing the vagaries of the human condition in confluence with life as it flows and so should not be mistaken for anything else but what you feel after listening to it.

This is a book full of tales that are somewhat different than usual and were all done while drinking coffee in The Atlantic Coffee House, Cardiff.