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FORK POEM

May 10, 2021 by Tracy Williams

More to be revealed regarding this recent poem which a friend wrote for me… for now, suffice it to say that I post it here knowing full well that I will need to elaborate and elucidate sooner or later… with thanks, to Manuel Post…

Fork 
30th April, 2021
by
Manuel Post 

The symbol of your life.
The fork in the road,
where things took a turn for the worse.
A spell cast on you by your own blood
A choke-hold on your experience,
A guide that assigned itself
Leading you into chaos and confusion
The silent resistance not finding ground to take hold.
Nurtured by time and commitment
You are finally able to take a stand
And give expression to that what was hidden for so long
Take a step with the confidence of what you know is right
A liberation from oppression
And only god knows where that will end.
And the fork, that's what we use for eating.
fork… 45 years of torment… to be continued…

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TDSOTT UPDATE

April 26, 2021 by Tracy Williams

Audiobook version of Hollywood Bus Stop is going well and soon to be serialized through various sites… meantime I found a nice website which contains the original short story published 2010…

https://www.jstor.org/stable/44343564?seq=1

Williams, Tracy. “Tales from the Hollywood Bus Stop.” Ambit, no. 199, 2010, pp. 32–38. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/44343564. Accessed 26 Apr. 2021.

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HOLLYWOOD BUS STOP

February 26, 2021 by Tracy Williams

The Dark Side of Tinsel Town

Currently in production for book, audio and video….

TDSOTT is a memoir, factual to the core even though actual names
have been changed in order to protect those who claim to be living…

“I’m sitting beside the pool at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. And I’m waiting. Waiting like I always did in Hollywood. Los Angeles overhead is its usual flawless blue, as if some cosmetic sky surgeon has removed all clouds and creases of grey….”

“I got to Hollywood on a one-way plane ticket
paid for with stolen money…”

In a town often nicknamed ‘Holy-weird’ Gilson was the weirdest of them all…

The Dark Side of Tinsel Town: To Be Continued….

Readers… Listeners… Viewers… If this project interests you and you feel called to support its fruition,
you may make a donation via direct bank transfer
or through Paypal…

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T.A. WILLIAMS… AUTHOR

June 16, 2017 by Tracy Williams

First completed novel, 2009; BLACKOUT – The Dark Side of the Valleys

…every candle had burned out… And Bronwen was trapped inside a very strange dream…
They were searching the mountain… for Tessa… And the mountains were so beautiful that they held out their hands to thank the sky because it didn’t matter… if Tessa was not there…
Then John started ringing the bell for last orders and everyone shouted that it wasn’t time yet, John! It was not the right time!
Quick, quick, Rupert was saying, hurry up, please, there’s no more time.  All of us are waiting… Everyone:  except Tessa. God knows where Tessa had gone…
…she better say sorry, ‘cos I’m not fuckin’ sorry… She’ll have a shock now when she hears… Bronwen grinned from ear to ear…
Because one of these days Tessa would have to learn that a mother is a mother and, surely, Tessa must know deep down inside that whatever a mother does is never really wrong?

-THE END-

South Wales, U.K., 2009

from Blackout – The Dark Side of the Valleys

https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/B07BN3LRG5/?source_code=AUKFrDlWS02231890H6-BK-ACX0-111838&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_111838_rh_uk
Audiobook URL

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Blackout on Audio. Week 15. ‘…kiss your lipstick off…’

June 11, 2017 by Tracy Williams

“I wish the machines could be off forever, I wish the power never had to come back on… I hate reality. I hate all the light and the noise, I hate being able to see… And I hate myself.”
The fire crackled one last time then died…
“What about kissing?” he said.
“What about kissing?”
“Do you hate kissing?”
He took her hand.
“Don’t you think that kissing is the single most beautiful thing two people can ever do to each other?”
“Yes,” she said, “yes, I do… yes.”

They kissed. They kissed for a long time. They kissed as if they had been waiting to kiss their whole, entire lives…

She watched him close his eyes. She saw the dream inside his head.
“Sam…”
“Yes, Tessa…”
“If I kiss your lipstick off, will you take me to bed?”

– Blackout. Week 15.
Excerpt from chapter 37. 101 second sample:
https://soundcloud.com/tracywilliams/kiss-your-lipstick-off-blackout-week-15-serialization

 

 

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