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Poetry at the...: October 2009
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Thursday, 8 October 2009. Introducing The October 2009 Readers - 3. Eddie Gibbons. Is more Ryanair than Debonair. And he can prove it. How It Will Be. You will think of her. Less and less,. Although you’ll think. No less of her. These thoughts, though few,. Stays with you longest. Links to this post. Monday, 5 October 2009. Introducing The October 2009 Readers - 2. Dave Coates. Magazine, runs a poetry night at The Bowery. He blogs at The Not Brazilian Blog. This is a cupcake, not a muffin,. Has published...
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Poetry at the... | Edinburgh live poetry at its best | Page 3
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Poetry at the…. Edinburgh live poetry at its best. Previously at ‘Poetry at the…’. Introducing the October 2010 Readers – 2. Jim Ferguson. Is a poet and prose writer based in Glasgow. Jim has been writing and publishing since 1986 and is presently a Creative Writing Tutor at John Wheatley College in Glasgow’s East End. His collection the art of catching a bus and other poems is published by AK Press, Edinburgh. A Weaver in Wartime. Bus x bus = bus. This boy don’t take no subway. Stupid smile bolted on hi...
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Chrissy Williams’s The Jam Trap | Peony Moon
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A contemporary poetry blog. Chrissy Williams’s The Jam Trap. Chrissy Williams’s work has appeared in various magazines and anthologies including. Best British Poetry 2011. A sequence of prose poems, has just been published. She lives in London and wishes she had a dog. Luke Kennard said about. Look, Look, Look. 8220;Look, look, look,” I said, gesturing frantically out of the 91 top deck window into someone’s front garden. “There’s a dog in that person’s front garden that...8220;Your brain will outlast yo...
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Poetry at the...: Valentine's Day Poetry LoveFest
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Friday, 15 January 2010. Valentine's Day Poetry LoveFest. When I saw that the next scheduled ‘Poetry at the.’ fell on Valentine’s Day, Sunday 14th February, I thought I might switch dates. Wouldn’t poetry lovers have love and romance on the brain that weekend, rather than poetry? But then I realised that poetry and love go together pretty well and that there was an opportunity for a Poetry LoveFest on that day. You may even find love. What else is poetry for? Photo by Carla Nicora. Sunday 14th March 2010.
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Wee Fictions: May 2014
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This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too). Saturday, 17 May 2014. Knife by Andrew McCallum Crawford. Another perfect job. I pressed the Off button and laid the knife on the pile. Someone was standing in the doorway. I couldn’t make out who – sunlight was streaming over his shoulders. He just stood there, perfectly still, the silhouette of a statue. At first I thought it was McCabe, or that mate of his, Sergeant Bilko, who was always turning up unannounced. 8217; I said. 8216;Is Mr McCabe here?
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Wee Fictions: August 2013
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This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too). Saturday, 24 August 2013. From They Made The Effort. Ski bags and suitcases. It was that time of year. She went to the toilet to change liner. The cramps were starting. She popped two Nurofen out of their blisters and scooped water from the tap. She wasn't going to let this spoil her day out, her jolly. Links to this post. Friday, 2 August 2013. There's straws in the kitchen drawer,' he said. There you go,' I said. Did you put water in it? Was released...
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Escallonia Hedge: Medea Redux. I eat my children. Or not.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009. Medea Redux. I eat my children. Or not. I realized I didn’t even give the bare premise of Winnie and Wolf. Last post. So I’ll do it here and get back to WW. I wrote the following last Sunday, along with the title of this post:]. But who can think of re-doing when everything is sun and happiness outside! What a lovely day. Chocolate, book-browsing, coffee, gardens, Kate Bush revisits, oooooh! Not to mention looking forward to watching adaptation of Passage to India. Which should ...
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Wee Fictions: November 2014
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This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too). Tuesday, 18 November 2014. The Scotch Family Grillparzer - An Introduction. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Was released in 2010. He has also written two collections of short stories, 'The Next Stop Is Croy' and 'A Man's Hands'. He lives in Greece. View my complete profile. Andrew McCallum Crawford on Twitter. Eleven stories about men, women, memory and obsession. The Next Stop Is Croy and other stories. Another of my stories, 'Aksios!
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Wee Fictions: July 2013
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This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too). Saturday, 27 July 2013. From Oh, Freedom. The hand finished. Kostas noted the score on a pad and started shuffling the pack. Bruno looked at his friends, the ones I didn't know, then turned to me with a perfect grin all over his mouth. 'Funny seeing you in here,' he said. 'And a Friday at that.'. Kostas started dealing the cards. 'Shut it,' he said. Links to this post. Wednesday, 17 July 2013. Making Sense by Jim Murdoch - A Review. It is followed by.
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Wee Fictions: Knife by Andrew McCallum Crawford
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This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too). Saturday, 17 May 2014. Knife by Andrew McCallum Crawford. Another perfect job. I pressed the Off button and laid the knife on the pile. Someone was standing in the doorway. I couldn’t make out who – sunlight was streaming over his shoulders. He just stood there, perfectly still, the silhouette of a statue. At first I thought it was McCabe, or that mate of his, Sergeant Bilko, who was always turning up unannounced. 8217; I said. 8216;Is Mr McCabe here?
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