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Heard Yesterday, by Dave Lewis

PoetryPosted by editor Tue, August 20, 2013 21:20:28
Reflection on and reaction to Heard Yesterday, by Dave Lewis.

Dave Lewis is from Pontypridd, South Wales. He has been widely published all over the world, has written sports stories for the BBC and is organizer of the international Welsh Poetry Competition – www.welshpoetry.co.uk.

He has published seven books to date - Layer Cake, (poetry), Urban Birdsong – (short stories, prose, poetry and one song), Sawing Fallen Logs For Ladybird Houses, (poetry with photographs online), Welsh Poetry Competition Anthology (editor), Ctrl-Alt-Delete, (crime thriller), Haiku (collection) and Raising Skinny Elephants (novel sequel).



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Posted by Sue Pace Tue, October 15, 2013 17:51:40

The author captures perfectly my own emotions when a "public figure" passes and is heralded by the media while the ones who truly make this earth work - as are often found in the obituaries of the local papers - pass almost unnoticed except by those who loved and/or respected them. All the compassion and energy for "things" that won't improve individual lives is I must confess, lost on me.