It is with great pleasure that I announce the publication of Archery In The UK, my poetic collaboration with Nick Reeves. The wait is now over, and our slender volume can be found at Amazon worldwide, Waterstones.com, Barnesandnoble.com and in selected UK bookshops. I am going to quote Nick's very apt description of the collection... Continue Reading →
Sigh, sough, bend low,sing a song of sorrow:I hold your branchand feel the wrenchof what may come tomorrow. Reach high, shield eyejoin hands above me:your branches barein bud this yearand ever after? Maybe. I yearn, will learnto spring forth like brackenunderfoot,like peat, like sootI pray to green, not blacken. © 2023 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Written... Continue Reading →
The surgery was scheduled. I thought I could cure all my ills with some skilful application of the surgeon's knife. I thought who I was, was so bad, it must be cut out, silenced - prevented from harming myself and others. Truth is, I mostly only ever hurt myself. Truth is, I love myself, respect... Continue Reading →
He strides, diesel-grey booted,heavy-workcoat-suited,snuggly fitting jeans,the blue-eyed boy. His face, half-serious, half-whimsical, takes it all in, half-loves, half-hates it all:detritus in the street back passages, and yesall of that human dirt. He’s ageless puckishdaydreaming about how he might frame the scenebetween the pages of his unruled Moleskinejournal. He spreads his fingersmagpie’s wingtipscounting syllablesbeats to a bar oritems on a to-do... Continue Reading →
A challenging, rewarding mountain climb...
As today is World Book Day, I am celebrating with up to 50% off EIF paperback titles for the next 7 days! Substantial discounts are currently available on all of the following: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1739757785 The new collection from Nick Reeves and Ingrid Wilson Many thanks to Dawn Pisturino for her wonderful review of the collection, in... Continue Reading →
In the end, you have to let goand trust your own instincts, and theirs.He was confident he could, and I was confident he'd manage, but could Ibear to watch my baby, only ten years old,up thereabove me,striding through the sky? On his face, and in his movements I sawdeterminationconcentrationconfidenceand self-control. But, between the trees, above... Continue Reading →
Sometime last year, I answered the call for a poem for The Polaris Trilogy, an anthology of poems which will be sent to the Moon as part of the Polaris Mission's Lunar Codex. The Trilogy unites the continents of Earth via the overarching themes of earth, air and sky. The European section (Part 1) called... Continue Reading →
The most romantic meal is fish and chipsin all the world, when shared with one you love:tart tang of salt and vinegar on the lipsthe tongue to tease, beyond reproach, above the cove carved out by coloured coasts,beneath the war memorial at high noon,leftover scraps to hungry seagulls tossed:to us, surfeit; to scavengers, a boon!... Continue Reading →
As Archery In The UK makes its way to local bookshops and libraries, I am thrilled with the feedback and reviews we have received so far. Thank you so much to everyone who has read and reviewed the collection, including Selma Martin, who had this to say: "The timing of this book, Archery In The UK,... Continue Reading →
Outside, the stars watch one by oneOrion hunts the coming sun,while Cassiopeia curtseys, light across the sky At this hour, the world seems to sleep though shy and timid creatures creepto scratch out writhing worms with urgency. In one more hour, the birds beginchoir practice for the coming springas snowdrops burst through frozen earthdefiantly. There... Continue Reading →
