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Neil
Bailey
Thrillers where nature, science and human behaviour collide
Inside the story-making brain
Stories, strange ideas, science, nature, writing and the occasional piece of complete nonsense.
I'm interested in the things most people walk past without noticing. A strange behaviour. A scientific fact. Something growing where it shouldn't. A conversation that doesn't quite make sense. A question that won't go away.
Sometimes I write about them.
Sometimes I investigate them.
And sometimes they turn into novels.
Have a wander. You never quite know where a thought might lead.
Poetry
Examples of my poetry
The smallest flame
The tiniest flame However small However hidden Is still a flame With the possibility The potential To grow To become all consuming An inferno If given the right fuel The right air The right timing Where all comes together Forming the perfect mix To burn eternally. So don’t fret Don’t give up hope Let that tiny flame Glow within And flicker with light Until then Exist Live The best you can For it’s time will come.
Neil Bailey
Mar 131 min read
Be Dough
To live to grow takes work. Like dough repetitive actions combine and stretch and mould. Too dry is no good. Too wet is no good. The key is time and patience to achieve and be elastic and stretchy malleable and flexible. However at times the work must stop. Be like dough to rise properly there comes a time when you need to rest.
Neil Bailey
Mar 31 min read
Green Screen
You’ve heard maybe seen in the movies of the green screen. Where the actor can be anywhere any time in any world only limited by the imagination of the creator of the images superimposed behind. Now move your thinking to the world outside the world of green of leaves and grass. A green screen of nature of your own to have your own adventures be in your own world. To be the actor in your own story only limited by your imagination. So get outside and breathe and absorb yourself
Neil Bailey
Feb 251 min read
Puddle
A silver mirror or muddy own? Either way, on a still day you reflect the world above and yet, do you? When you shimmer in the breeze, or a being has disturbed your slumber, do you truly reflect or represent a different world? If I put my face to you and lowered through your tensile surface, would I see a reflection of other possibilities, other places and times? Reflections have such power: a picture fed back, though back to front; showing a different view point. Even ripples
Neil Bailey
Feb 41 min read
Windy Wishes
Driving along low autumn sun through the windscreen making me squint and peer to see the road ahead. lined with golden trees as I drive through the maelstrom of blowing leaves some slapping the windscreen others whirling by. Pulling over I get out and peer up and down the road. No one coming empty and so I run laughing jumping spinning trying to catch as many wishes as I can. Still no traffic and pause stop still panting but this time waiting for the wishes to come to me. Wit
Neil Bailey
Jan 221 min read
Galloping Free
White horses gallop free manes of spray whisked away in the wind Wave upon wave of equine splendour speeding by mouths foaming fountains...
Neil Bailey
Sep 17, 20251 min read
Candyfloss Cumulus
Puffs of pink. Rolling balls of cottonwool float in the distance, in the early morning sky; the sun not yet up. But its presence is felt...
Neil Bailey
Sep 13, 20251 min read
Alone
Lost in the world around me, as if detached from everything; a ghost among the living. No sensations. No breeze can be felt,...
Neil Bailey
Aug 31, 20251 min read
Rubble on the Ground
Broken bricks and masonry, old slates and slabs; smashed and discarded, left behind. And yet... What stories do you hold? What lives have...
Neil Bailey
Aug 28, 20251 min read
Sleep Come Take Me
Where are you sleep when I need you? Lying in the dark: waiting, wishing. Awake despite the late hour. Tossing and turning, twisting,...
Neil Bailey
Aug 25, 20251 min read
Crunch and Swish
As I sat yesterday In a queue of cars A woman caught my eye Late fifties At a guess. Not a beauty Not in bright clothes Not...
Neil Bailey
Aug 20, 20251 min read
The Lines on Your Face
Lined Lived in Lived Experiences triumphs failures learning etched on our bodies. A map of our past no key but a picture of a...
Neil Bailey
Aug 15, 20251 min read
Why couldn't you see me?
Why couldn’t you see me For who I was? For who I was trying to be? For the me I was offering The me that was yours The me who stood...
Neil Bailey
Aug 12, 20252 min read
The Last Star
Stars in the sky Black turns to a deep blue as dawn peeps over the horizon. The silence of the night left behind as the chorus...
Neil Bailey
Aug 8, 20251 min read
Rain Drop
Big droplets. Falling almost lazily from the pregnant clouds. Imagine if you will, that you can slow the flow. Not lessen. Not...
Neil Bailey
Aug 6, 20251 min read
The Whisper
Those days. Yes, you know them; where you could scream and rant, for nothing has gone your way. You’ve struggled, you’ve wept, ...
Neil Bailey
Aug 3, 20251 min read
Soar
Rising on the thermals,
wings fixed,
yet ever moving.
Neil Bailey
Aug 2, 20251 min read
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