I would like to share with friends my Spanish page that features poems included in my collection TAINTED WITH PRAYERS. The poems have been translated into Spanish by Joseph Berolo, a well known poet from Colombia. Here is the link:

The book is also available on

I seek your support.

R K Singh
RAM KRISHNA SINGH: About himself

Ram Krishna Singh, born, brought up and educated in Varanasi (Uttar Pradesh, India), has been writing poetry in English for about four decades. He has authored over 160 academic articles, 170 book reviews, and 44 books. His recent collections of poems include I Am No Jesus And Other Selected Poems, Tanka and Haiku (English/Crimean Tatar, Romania, 2014), You Can't Scent Me and Other Selected Poems(New Delhi, 2016), God Too Awaits Light(California, 2017) and Growing Within (English/Romanian, Romania, 2017).  

Widely published and anthologized, and appreciated for his tanka and haiku, R.K. Singh's poems have been translated into several languages, including Japanese, Greek, Italian, German, French, Spanish, Chinese, Portuguese, Romanian, Crimean Tatar, Bulgarian, Russian, Slovene, Croatian, Farsi, Arabic, Serbian, Esperanto, Hindi, Punjabi, Kannada, Tamil, and Bangla.

His awards and honors include Ritsumeikan University Peace Museum Award, Kyoto, 1999, Certificate of Honor and Nyuusen Prize, Kumamoto, 2000 and 2008, Life time Achievement Award of the International Poets Academy, Chennai, 2009, Prize of Corea Literature, South Korea, 2013, Naji Naaman's Literary Prize, Lebanon, 2015, and nomination for Pushcart Prize, 2013, 2014.

Known as an Indian English poet, haikuist and ELT/EST practitioner, Dr Singh retired in 2016 as Professor  at Indian Institute of Technology--Indian School of Mines, Dhanbad (India). More at:  and


1.     LOVE: A Tanka Sequence





On the roof top

she waits for her man with

 moon cake and lantern:

a flash of silver showers

on the mist-shrouded figure





her hard drink


to my man, lover of

animals, soft in sex




she stoops low

to the bottom shelf

in black jeans

her curves flattering and

red lace groping her hips











a tress of hair

she drops over the mole

on her forehead

thinking it's ugly and

hides her own gazelle eyes






the beads of sweat

on her breasts do not touch

her years or face

in candle light her shadow

is more restrained than my thought





shaped like a bird

a drop of water lands

on her breast:

my breath jumps to kiss it

before her pelvic flick





it's not ageing

but eternal delight:

she under me

smooth belly, nude necking

slow stroking parting flesh









I love her undress

the light with eyes that spring

passion with kisses

she leaves her name again

for my breath to pass through






she undresses in

dim light perfumes her body

fills room with herself:

we hit the hay together

drowning in each other





the chilly twilight—

tossing leaves and branches

tell of the wind

before sunrise she and  I

cross-legged, cling to each other






making love

she tastes the salt

upon my shoulder

in the afternoon I pound

like surf into her flesh







the wind lifts

her curved nudity hidden

in the water curtain:

I touch the strings that whisper

love in each falling drop







a happier image

with salubrious top

turns rapturous

as she tamps her love

with watery lipstick






love's spirit descends

and melds into her body

lending it new life:

I'm amazed how the unknown

becomes one with her beauty
















2.     I'M NO RIVER: A Tanka Sequence




The sun couldn't help
nor fish protest:
river has no sex
so it dried up
trapped in its own banks





the otter watches
a duck walking on
the frozen river
icicles drop bit by bit
from a lone tree




at the river bank
she folds her arms and legs
resting her head
upon her knees and sits
as an island





I couldn't understand
what's Hindu about having
fish and onion
after prayers by the river
in the temple courtyard






I'm no river
flowing toward the sea:
I must find my way
asking strangers in strange places
sensing soul, using insight


--From: There is No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku (2019)

THERE'S NO PARADISE and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (French Edition)


Broken Childhood-Mended Dreams (The Misadventures Of Jimmy Lee)


As a reluctant author I have had to leave out many of the events in my life. Even so, I am still nervous about divulging so much detail.

I am aware that much of my life has been shaped and dominated not only by circumstances beyond my control, but also by bad luck, foolishness, bad judgment, stubborn resolve, envy, vanity, anger and pride.

Those factors, mixed with a desire to just live, love and be creative and successful, presented a dichotomy that has been hard to live with, and indeed, difficult to reconcile.

Over the past few years prior to writing this book, I have had an overwhelming desire to retrace the many steps in my life with the hope that I might find some sort of comfort or solace that would help me to understand why my life had been marred by a catalogue of events that seem to have contributed to my somewhat ‘colourful' career.

My strong, personal sense of injustice caused me to react spontaneously and aggressively to the many unreasonable circumstances that seemed to dog me from the very start.

I have, therefore, over the past few years, made a personal pilgrimage to the many places that featured so significantly in my life. I went back to the beginning and visited my birthplace - 100 Vale Road, 5 East Street, Seaford, and the orphanage in Preston Road, Brighton, and I sat on the very step where, as a child, I had waited so patiently with my brother Billy for my dad. I then visited the ‘Murrell Arms' in Barnham, 88 Burpham, the chalk stream, Canada Cottages, Highden - where I found my initials still carved into an old beech tree (JL x LC) - Copsale, HMS Ganges, RNDQs Portsmouth, and Corradina Prison, Malta. I retraced my steps to Ennis and Killaloe, in Ireland, the Granuaile, in Dublin and finally, Nashville, Tennessee but I have to say, that reviving all these memories solved nothing!

I have often been told never to look back but I found that philosophy to be the preserve of a few and, for the most part, I have tended to look back with misgiving and regret.

I hope now that I can put my past behind me and thereby cease to continuously reflect in a negative way, acknowledge and take comfort in my blessings, and recall with pride my achievements and successes.

Faith has often been my salvation, something that I have turned to many times in my life.

I could say, of course, that it was not all my fault, as it was probably “written in the sand”!

The Last Shieldmaiden
My caregivers guide
I am a reviewer and author and proud to announce the release of my latest book titled: Caring for Family Members and Patients Who Need Us Because We Care: Information About Caring for Those with Alzheimer's Disease and Traumatic Brain Injury, Plus Dealing with Eldercare Abuse Paperback – April 4, 2018
The purpose of this guide is to help people that are caregivers understand what is involved when you decide as I did with my mom, to get help at home and what you need to do if you decide to place a family member in a nursing facility. This guide focuses on Alzheimer's, Elder Care Abuse and Traumatic Brain Injury.
I review books in print mainly fiction, non-fiction, historical fiction, children's books, YA, memoirs.
Fran Lewis
Post apocalyptic
Hi, I'm an Italian writer,  I'm 33 years old. This is the only novel of mine which was translated in English.
I hope you enjoiy it.

It's a post-apocalyptic story.

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For those who like horror/fantasy tales, my collection entitled 'A Journey into Fear and Fantasy' was published on 30th March 2017. It is available to buy on Amazon.

I will be attending a local, author event at 'Waterstones' bookstore in Chiswick, West London on Wednesday 13th September 2017. It starts at 7pm. For those who can attend, I will be signing copies of my book.