Nemesis | Mark Binmore

I put on my pointed hat and my black and silver suit

I check my gunpowder pack and I strap the stick on my back

I’m dressed as a rocket with a fuse in my hand and shooting into the sky

Let me go, watch how I shine

I want to run, I will run away

Look at my smile, see how I land

I point to the sky with my black and silver wand

I am a rocket with my tail on fire

Because I am a rocket and you have to let me fly

Nemesis is a collection of prose with an arrangement of journeys. In the rain, through the length of a lifetime, amongst history, between emotions, and journeys across great oceans. Although it’s not a ‘themed’ collection of words, as such, there is an underlying connection between the pieces.

From an early age writing was probably my first love affair with life. When I was originally asked by my publishers to write and compile a brand new collection of prose it was like being asked once again 'Would you like to fulfil a dream, would you like to be like that rocket?'

Yes. I would.