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I am excited to announce that I have been interviewed by Voyage Minnesota magazine: a stylish magazine featuring entrepreneurs, creative artists and inspirational figures from Minnesota and beyond! You can read my short interview to find out more about what drives me in my creative endeavours, and what is happening with EIF right now. I... Continue Reading →
Do you not see the beauty of the trees,how they arch over you, their branches raised, as if in hymns of praisetheir secret voices carried on the breezein the rustle of chlorophyllic leaves?Only everywhere. Could you not stretch out beneath them, look up through their limbs into the lightor shelter from a rainstorm underneaththeir canopy... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of being interviewed by the hugely talented Victoria Onofrei of Bloomsbury Radio for her award-winning 'Victoria in Verse' programme. In the show, Victoria interviews poets about the poetry they love, and the inspiration behind their work. It was a pleasure and an honour to take part in... Continue Reading →
Getting to know meplumbing the depths of this heartcoming up lighter Full of gratitude that this day, three whole years ago, I gave up alcohol. I have never given up on myself since. Wishing everyone a beautiful Sunday. Ingrid Enjoying the sober life! https://www.amazon.com/Wounds-Healed-Poetry-Strong-Women/dp/1739757726/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2R8CN1CCTWQNH&keywords=wounds+i+healed+the+poetry+of+strong+women&qid=1658642348&sprefix=%2Caps%2C135&sr=8-1 More tales of recovery and resilience. Available now!
Underneath the skies of this white heavenmarionettes dancedip and bowcrawlmount a lampostscare the children Seagulls on sticks stalkjellyfish catcherscatch them unawaresthe children’s facesglittering, are painted At the bar, a hen-night princessappears as a mirageor haze of nylon taffetaand disappears into a fruited ciderwhere would-be princesses admire hercaptures her knight-errant, entombs him in a castle tower... Continue Reading →
The Bay has taken on the shape of summer;high-cloud clears to sparkle-tip the waves:glittering prize bequeathed to us in winterwhen ice-cold breaths warmed into brighter days I’m falling ever deeper like the surf-swellplummets towards the depths of this salt seasand underfoot I stand, glowing and grateful:golden, the love your heart has gifted me My mind’s... Continue Reading →
A sandman courting borrowed timeyou wrote, I writeyou need not borrow time, for life in love is timelessweaving in and out of centuriestwo lovers,holding hands, meet on the station platformbeneath wrought iron ribsand while they wroughtthe ribs that bridged the Tynewe watched them from the riverbank;as Cuthbert made his pilgrimage, we shadowed him;Centurions, we walked... Continue Reading →
I love this land:let me be clearthis is no jingoistic patriotism speaking in meI have been exiled many a year There is no green on earth like to this greenthis English green, green of my motherlandit is not Alpine green, or Slovene greenor even Waimea high pasture green:this green is mine I head out here,... Continue Reading →
I’ll rig the stonesin a crown to cap this Cumbrian hillside:ley-lined, aligned by fate, and time, and seasonand in the centre, stilled, serene, I’ll stay. The sky above me spins,and clouds roll by in billows, Isee down the wormholeto the dawn of time It is the equal to the end of timethere is no difference: time's... Continue Reading →
It had been a day heavy with rain:the clouds, in pregnant billowsspilling sorrows from a skymourning the death of a dear friend. But at day's end, the clouds parted enoughto outfit a whole Navy, as the sunbestowed its blessing* on the hills to which I drove, radio playing Over the waves, staccato dancingover static, music... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 