'...my mind is the fever

my soul is snapping its fingers to some
wisp of remembered rhythm

LIFE is the dancing
NOW is the music
no strength but yours, no strength but yours you are blank as a white sky and out of you

i coax black rain and miracles

you are the thicket of my pure clogged soul
you are how I remember...'

Hi there... thanks for visiting... :-)

maybe you've read some of my work, or even my first book...

if you did, then you'll know that it's about

love:

n. 1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.3. a. Sexual passion. b. Sexual intercourse. c. A love affair.4. An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.5. A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.6. An expression of one's affection: Send him my love.7. a. A strong predilection or enthusiasm: a love of language.b. The object of such an enthusiasm: The outdoors is her greatest love.8. Love Mythology Eros or Cupid.9. often Love Christianity Charity.10. Sports A zero score in tennis.

(amongst many other things...)

“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.”
James Baldwin

wide.

'This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.'

Rumi

Love has always been a subject that interests me. Love is shared by human beings on the most basic level - our very first cry in the open air is for love and to declare - I am here...

Love is what reminds us...

(Writing is a more-than-slightly dysfunctional love affair i'm trying to have with the world.)

I'm working on another book - working title:
Rainbow Like You

but writing, like Neruda's forgetting,
is very, very, very

in the mean time, click here to feel the love.

People have said some very nice things about it :-) (below)

I hope you enjoy it too.

Thanks for visiting this very basic, techno-retards attempt at a website.

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toodle-oo,

Gem xx

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Reviews:

'Singer and poet Gemma Weekes's first foray into fiction is a delight, with the time-worn coming-of-age love story turned into a fresh, alluring read.... Striking characters, spot-on scene setting and fast, flirty language make for a shimmering debut.'
The Guardian

‘Gemma Weekes is a name to watch. Written in a zingy, street-smart prose, Love Me is a bitter-sweet coming-of-age fable that crackles with reflections on race, migration and music. …Old Brooklyn , with its fenced-in yards and crumbling brownstones, is superbly evoked by Weekes, who writes in a hip-hop flow of words, lifting them from the street into a kind of poetry…Love Me is quirkily conversational in tone and a wonderfully assured debut. For good or ill, black West Indian culture is youth culture in London today; and Love Me, humorous and immensely warm, belongs to an exciting, hip-hop savvy, cross-cultural genre of British fiction.’
The Independent

Singer-poet Weekes' fresh take on modern love hits you where you feel it most - and the narrative and linguistic skills don't let up until you reluctantly reach the final page.'
The Telegraph

'...the dialogue-heavy language is powered by an energy that brings the youthful characters into sharp focus...'
The Metro

'Good, Gemma! Very good!!!'
Gemma's mum

'...Salad? Chilli sauce?' Guy in kebab shop

click here to feel the love.