Biography
I statred off as a theatre director and later I worked in TV and Radio drama. Under various guises I've written television drama and short-stories, plays, adaptations for audio books and hundreds of radio commercials. For a while I worked as a ghost-writer on books as diverse as life-coaching manuals and the history of a German car parts manufacturer. I've written two novels and my book ‘In Harm’s Way’ about the life of Sean Hogan who was a victim of Irish child abuse, became a best seller and did a little, but not enough, to expose that horror. I live deep in the countryside in East Sussex, England and I have a passion for recording studios (I built one in my garden) and my hobby is recording electronic music or playing guitar - badly but loudly! I have loved poetry all my life but seldom write it and seldom let people read it - time for a change then...
Samples
FLYING By Michael Cameron We are flying through the universe hand in hand we don’t need ground control or oxygen or rocket motors we’re quite high enough hand in hand It might be love It might be dope or the little white pill I took It doesn’t really matter much You’re a crazy wild eyed woman And I love it when you loop the loop Flying through the universe With your hair a mess And your arms in the air Look you’re Wonder Woman or Super Girl or is it Wonder Girl and Super Glue? I don’t care I’m crazy drugged-up and stuck with you. (Who? Who? Who are you? Did I meet you in a club?) I’ll see you on the other side of Mars legs akimbo, arse in the air wild space flowers growing in your hair I am Venus, I am Jupiter, I am the red planet covered in blood I am running rings around Saturn I pocketed the Earth and here’s Neptune in my hand I stole it for you and look – close to it’s only stone so wear it round your neck. (break neck, break neck, break-neck speed - that may be what we took). SHAKESPEARE IS ALIVE AND WELL By Michael Cameron William Shakespeare is living rough on the streets in the doorway of a closed down Boots in the King’s Arcade. He keeps a companion, a muzzled dog called Marlowe A homeless bard begging, the dog breaks the hearts of the groundlings passing And some give him a doggy treat But Shakespeare gets nothing. Bill, in a technological age you failed Putting your plays into a 140 character context? It didn’t work, did it. If only you put the plays on a blog Or texted the sonnets You might not be begging on the King’s Arcade in Hastings. To be or not to be – now there’s an emoji!
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Blog entries by Michael Cameron
Flying (30/10/2018)
Recently I Took Plath To Antigua (28/10/2018)
He Was Doing Fifty (28/10/2018)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/michaelcameron
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