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Here Endeth The Epiblog: March 2015
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Here Endeth The Epiblog. Dispensing Witan Wisdom Since The Days of King Eggbound The Unready. Not to mention "Left-Wing Pish". Sunday, 29 March 2015. Epiblog for Palm Sunday. It has been a busy week in the Holme Valley. Spring seems to be finally declaring an interest, but it is still stubbornly cold, and March isn’t giving up those leaden skies without a fight. Deb herself is getting demob-happy, counting down the four remaining days of teaching next week until Easter sets in. In case you doubt her curr...
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Here Endeth The Epiblog: March 2014
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Here Endeth The Epiblog. Dispensing Witan Wisdom Since The Days of King Eggbound The Unready. Not to mention "Left-Wing Pish". Sunday, 30 March 2014. Epiblog for St Osburga's Day. It has been a busy week in the Holme Valley. The snowdrops are still holding on, more daffodils are appearing even as I type, there are now catkins coming out on the branches outside my bedroom window, there is a brief haze of cherry blossom on a neighbour’s tree, and I think there may even be tiny buds on our magnolia. By teat...
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Here Endeth The Epiblog: April 2014
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Here Endeth The Epiblog. Dispensing Witan Wisdom Since The Days of King Eggbound The Unready. Not to mention "Left-Wing Pish". Sunday, 27 April 2014. Epiblog for the Feast of St Maughold. Wanted to do, which was to join wholeheartedly in Debbie’s self-proclaimed holiday, and womble off into the distance in our trusty (not to mention rusty) VW camper van. Well-being, such as accounts and checking the bank balance, and boring tedium of that ilk, and finally there was my own state of health, particularly fe...
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Here Endeth The Epiblog: August 2014
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Here Endeth The Epiblog. Dispensing Witan Wisdom Since The Days of King Eggbound The Unready. Not to mention "Left-Wing Pish". Sunday, 31 August 2014. Epiblog for the Feast of St Aidan of Northumberland. It has been a busy week in the Holme Valley. A week ago, we arrived back home from holiday, at 8.45pm, to a cold house and a pissed-off cat. While Debbie unloaded what we needed there and then from the camper van, I busied myself rectifying the situation by laying a fire in the stove, and feeding Matilda.
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Bard Mousse: September 2014
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The Official Poetry Blog of The King's England Press and Potty Poets. Wednesday, 17 September 2014. Hometown by Steve Rudd. Http:/ www.youtube.com/watch? Sentry Duty by Steve Rudd. Maybe it’s just the darkness coming up the garden. Between and through the trees. Like Birnam wood, en route. I’ll take first watch, I thought,. And here I am again, the lone sentry,. Just me and my little bayonet,. Holding back the dark. By staring into it, defiantly. These nights, this time of year,. A feeble glimmer around.
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Bard Mousse: NEW POETRY TITLE FROM THE KING'S ENGLAND PRESS
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The Official Poetry Blog of The King's England Press and Potty Poets. Wednesday, 17 September 2014. NEW POETRY TITLE FROM THE KING'S ENGLAND PRESS. HAUNTINGS: Poems and Stories by Steve Rudd. August 2014) ISBN 978 1 909548 37 4. 9" x 6", 152pp, paperback £7.95. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Other Blogs we follow. The World of Walsh. Janice The Gnome Slayer! The King's England Press. Turned Out Nice Again. Due 30 September 2013 £10.99. Revudeville by Deborah Tyler-Bennett. Clark Gable in Mansfield.
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Bard Mousse: February 2013
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The Official Poetry Blog of The King's England Press and Potty Poets. Monday, 11 February 2013. Deborah Tyler Bennett at Nottingham Festival of Words. Deborah Tyler-Bennett is writer in residence at the Nottingham Festival of Words. She will also be reading at Debbie Bryan's shop, Lace Market, 18 St Mary's Gate, Nottingham event 5-7pm, Friday 15th February 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Other Blogs we follow. The World of Walsh. Janice The Gnome Slayer! The King's England Press. Turned Out Nice Again.
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Bard Mousse: August 2013
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The Official Poetry Blog of The King's England Press and Potty Poets. Sunday, 18 August 2013. An Island by Steve Rudd. An island should be hard to get to; hard to reach. First, you should drive down winding roads,. Arriving at a small seaport, say Sunday evening,. Drive through the hot backstreets of summer,. At teatime, and the shops all shuttered. Paint-peeling boarded, all locals elsewhere…. Down to a nineteen-fifties quayside. With ropes and bollards, tar and cranes,. And not a passage elsewhere.
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Bard Mousse: Skiddaw, Easter Sunday
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The Official Poetry Blog of The King's England Press and Potty Poets. Tuesday, 1 April 2014. Skiddaw, Easter Sunday. Http:/ youtu.be/PJ knVdjruY. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Other Blogs we follow. The World of Walsh. Janice The Gnome Slayer! The King's England Press. Turned Out Nice Again. Due 30 September 2013 £10.99. Revudeville by Deborah Tyler-Bennett. Clark Gable in Mansfield. Clark Gable in Mansfield. Skiddaw, Easter Sunday. To An Old Ex, On Her Birthday. View my complete profile.
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Bard Mousse: To An Old Ex, On Her Birthday
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The Official Poetry Blog of The King's England Press and Potty Poets. Tuesday, 1 April 2014. To An Old Ex, On Her Birthday. Why do I do this, why torture myself. With these visions of summer hedgerows. Laden heavy with fragrant blossoms;. And Chichester harbour, the masts of yachts. At the bottom of opulent lawned gardens,. Roman palaces once found underneath;. Mosaics we once paid a pound to see? Why do I do this, why do I even allow. You in my dreams and musings? Even though I know you’re now. I’...