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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 →
After much hard work on the part of the Editorial Team, the New Lyricist cover design can finally be revealed in all its glory. We experimented with different colours and layouts, but there was one artwork and one alone which I wanted for the cover. About the cover art Meditation on The Living Mountain (with... Continue Reading →
I wonder, by the riverside while following the swirling tideof human filth, spilled far and wide:Is there still time to save us? The factory's putrefaction stenchand farmed manure, in ditch and trenchadd to the rot, compound the stench:This is no way to save us. Yet somehow, it is not despairbut strength, in nature's song I hear,(while... Continue Reading →
Today, I am excited to announce the release of the debut single by indie duo Travel Sweets. 'The Table' is a yearningly beautiful ballad by Nick Reeves. You can listen to the track and watch the video on the EIF YouTube Channel: https://youtu.be/hjVyoPkz13Q Introducing Travel Sweets As a child, I always dreamed of being in... Continue Reading →
Spring, once again spring,outside our window, starlings singas light takes on a gold-green glowsomehow I know (somehow I know)that new life is awakening I sense a stir — a quickeningand all things turn towards the lightas well they might (as well they might). Day breaks like the waves upon the beach, through tide-washed caves,carving the secret codicesof... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 