World Poetry Celebrated Kevin Morris!


Ariadne’s News! The World Poetry Cafe radio show, CFRO 100.5 FM on September 19 at 1:10 pm, PST was honoured to have the amazing and talented Kevin Morris calling in from London with his new poetry, collections and news of his collected works. A wonderful interview with him! 

I also read a long poem called Gipsy by Terry Seawell also from England about his wonderful dog.  With thanks to our great team of super-tech Victor Shwartsman, special volunteer Sharon Rowe as we celebrate our 21st year on the air. Thanks, Ariadne Sawyer, host and producer.

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Kevin Morris was born in the city of Liverpool on 6th January 1969. Having attended The Royal School for the Blind and St. Vincent’s School for the Blind in Liverpool, he went on to read History and Politics at the University College of Swansea.

Having graduated with a BA (Joint Honours), and an MA in Political Theory, Kevin moved to London where he now lives and works.

Being visually impaired, Kevin uses screen reading software called Job Access with Speech (JAWS) which converts text into speech and braille, enabling him to use a Windows laptop.

Much of Kevin’s poetry is written in his home, which overlooks a historic park in Upper Norwood/Crystal Palace, a suburb of Greater London.

In August, Kevin published “The Selected Poems of K Morris. The book encompasses poems composed between 2013-19. The poems included have been selected from “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”,”My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, “Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose”, “Refractions”, and “The Girl Who Wasn’t There”.

In addition, a number of previously unpublished poems are included in this book.

The poems range from those dealing with nature to others, which touch on the passage of time and mortality.       

“The Selected Poems of K Morris” is available in paperback and Kindle formats and can be found here: (Kindle edition),

And (paperback edition).




The reaper moves

In time with the pendulum.

No rush

Or fuss;

He has plenty of time.

My patient friend

Whose tick portends

My inevitable end.

You rest in state

On my bookcase.

Tick tock.

I cannot stop

Time’s scythe.

None can survive

His cut.

Though in a cupboard my clock be shut,

Death cannot be put


The sickle chops

And the heart will, one day, stop. 

Kevin Morris (C) All rights reserved by author.

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