A talking blues in homage to Bob Dylan on his 84th birthday. Inspired by the English seaside town of Whitley Bay.
Walking Whitley Bay Blues
Prayer
Clear as the green of May,clean as the light of daywhen winds have swept the clouds awayI see Far as the sea is widehigh as the surging tideand, setting all my fears aside,I pray For many days like thismountain heights, seaside blisssealed with a loving kiss,you by my side May inspiration bringme to awakeningsweet, sacred... Continue Reading →
New Lyricist: Issue 2 Submissions Closed
Thank you so much to everyone who submitted their writing and/or artwork to Issue 2 of New Lyricist Magazine. The response has been exceptional, and over the next few weeks, Nick and I will be reviewing all submissions, and writing to everyone who submitted to confirm whether they have been successful. March is an exciting... Continue Reading →
Celebrating the launch of New Lyricist at Hare Hair, Cullercoats
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 →
Out Now: New Lyricist, Issue 1!
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 →
New Lyricist now in production!
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 →
New Lyricist publication date announced!
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 →
Drilling, Drilling, Drilling
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 →
First frost-breath of Autumn (II)
(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 →
First frost-breath of Autumn (I)
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 →
Experiments in Fiction 