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First of all, I would like to wish all of my readers a very Happy New Year! I have certainly been busy for the first few days of January, as you will find out below. This is quite a long post, so grab a cup of your favourite hot drink and read on! The second... Continue Reading →
Before I sign off for the Christmas holidays, I wanted to tell you about my New Year's resolution/Charity fundraiser for 2025. As regular visitors to this site will be aware, I lost my aunt Daina to Motor Neurone Disease in April of this year. Daina was a tireless fundraiser and advocate for better treatment of... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was an exciting day for Team EIF, as we launched our first ever issue of New Lyricist magazine. We celebrated the launch with performances from cassettes and Ribbon Road, at the community Arts hub which is Hare Hair in Cullercoats, North East England. Nick gave the magazine a wonderful introduction: He then went on... Continue Reading →
The wait is over, and New Lyricist is finally here. What began as an idea/inspiration/dream when we published Archery In The UK back in 2023, became a project we were determined to complete by the end of 2024. A huge thank you, and congratulations, to all of our contributors, and to all who have supported... Continue Reading →
I am excited to report that the first issue of New Lyricist is now in production, and will be ready to launch on 7 December. We have decided on a limited-edition print run, with additional copies being available to purchase from the Lulu bookstore. Thank you to all those who have pre-ordered; I will be... Continue Reading →
Today, I am excited to give you a sneak preview of the cover of New Lyricist, Issue 1. I have changed the design to include a photograph which ties in with my article on 'The Singing Stones' of Cumbria, which will be included in the magazine. All original artwork has been given a full-colour page... Continue Reading →
We will be drilling, drilling, drilling while you're filling, filling, fillingyour gas-guzzling juggernauts with discount fuel. We will be grinning, grinning, grinning while we're winning, winning, winning and we feel we are, god-like, ordained to rule. We'll keep on drilling, drilling, drilling while you're drowning, drowning, drowning in your cars, swept away by the flash-floods. And we'll be fiddling, fiddling,... Continue Reading →
(Continued from Part I) ...It led us on, towards a pedestalwhich held us in its thrallamongst the ivy, hidden by the tallsurrounding trees, loftily arching, standing sentinelthat seemed to usher us towards the weather-beaten wallwhere, above all the line, clear as the day was fairspoke its strange message here, and everywhereor so it seemed to... Continue Reading →
It was the first of Autumn, not a soulbut you and I were theredew on the grass, and sunlight in my hairthe churchyard gate was open - just a crack, a creak, ajarwe entered that quiet garden, the parishioners, unawarewhile, from afar a line, clear as the autumn airpoured forth its strains, for all the... Continue Reading →
I am greatly indebted to all those who take the time to read and review my work, and this week, I was heartened to read the following five-star review of my chapbook, To Catch A Poem, from author Michele Lee Sefton: Whether reading about love, the seasons, rain, pennies, the sea, or other subjects presented... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 