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Published | Whispers from the Unseen
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Whispers from the Unseen. A Journal and Forum for Writing in the Arts. I want to be a straw. Hollow, so. That it’s clear I have no feelings. When each letter arrives. Igniting in my open palm. That what I have sucks. Can come through as an elixir. That teases as it taunts:. You can’t catch a buzz. From → Joseph Bastow. Click here to cancel reply. You can use basic XHTML in your comments. Your email address will never. Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS. Have Words Will Travel. How A Poem Happens.
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cinnamon blog: March 2008
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Wales, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Sunday, 30 March 2008. Welcome to the Cinnamon Press blog. Cinnamon is just about to celebrate its 50th book publication - the achingly good debut poetry collection of Kentucky author and lecturer, Kelly Moffett:. Waiting for a Warm Body to Fill It. To celebrate all this I thought I'd start a blog - a record of a small press in progress. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Welcome to the Cinnamon Press blog.Cinnamon is jus. Musings by Cinnamon author Bill Greenwell.
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cinnamon blog: When the World is Warm Vanilla Custard
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Wales, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Friday, 20 February 2009. When the World is Warm Vanilla Custard. Clare Jay; 280pp; Piatkus; £7.99. You really should post more often or you never get people to visit. I found your blog by searching 'fried green tomatoes at the whistlestop cafe' and found you, what are the chances? 14 May 2009 at 13:07. 1 July 2009 at 10:36. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When the World is Warm Vanilla Custard. Http:/ susanrichardsonwriter.blogspot.com.
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cinnamon blog: patrick jones and Jonathan Swift
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Wales, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Monday, 17 November 2008. Patrick jones and Jonathan Swift. Today’s email from Waterstones. Is a simple ‘no comment’ statement – a pity that they don’t say that they were harassed into cancelling the launch of darkness is where the stars are due to threats from extremists, but at least it’s an improvement on attempting to blame patrick. And the other issue that shouldn. LL55 1AG (opposite Weatherspoons. 8217;t be more absurd. There is nothing ‘ whiffy.
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cinnamon blog: And now for something completely different
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Wales, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Tuesday, 18 November 2008. And now for something completely different. Just for a brief change of subject - have a look at the Book Depository today where Cinnamon Press editor, Jan Fortune-Wood is featured in the 'Tuesday Top Ten' slot :). Http:/ www.bookdepository.co.uk/WEBSITE/WWW/WEBPAGES/listarticle.php? Labels: favourite books Book Depository. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Brilliant reading from patrick jones. A book of many parts.
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cinnamon blog: November 2008
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Wales, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. Saturday, 22 November 2008. Brilliant reading from patrick jones. Http:/ uk.youtube.com/user/cinnamonpress. What was most encouraging is that people were able to hear the wide range of issues that patrick addresses in his poetry and to witness his amazing integrity as a writer and performer – the passion was absolutely authentic and his energy was impressive – and, of course, the audience warmed to him. Wednesday, 19 November 2008. A book of many parts.
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A commission | Gaia Holmes
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This poem will be appearing (cast in metal) somewhere in a park, in a wall or on a street in West Central Halifax very soon. Though we may have different words. For love and prayer. It’s the same dawn chorus. That sweetens our mornings,. That butters our midnight gardens. And, though we may not know it,. When onions and spices. Are sizzling in their frying pans. And lentils are softening. In the pot,. Sneak out to find each other,. Over our roof tops. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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‘Igniting the spark’, creative writing workshops in Halifax | Gaia Holmes
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8216;Igniting the spark’, creative writing workshops in Halifax. FEEDBACK ON ‘IGNITING THE SPARK’. Igniting the spark broke a mental barrier I never knew I had. Thanks to the group encouragement and creative magic I am now Young Poet Laureate Of Calderdale and have a weekly poetry section in the Halifax courier. And poetry is just the beginning of my journey… J. There is a fire in all of us that sometimes needs a spark to light it and let it grow. Gaia provides that spark and the creative fire’...You are...
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‘Themes For Dreamers’ radio show on Phoenix FM | Gaia Holmes
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8216;Themes For Dreamers’ radio show on Phoenix FM. By Gaia Holmes on January 30, 2013. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. The morni...
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A Little String to Pull | Whispers from the Unseen
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Whispers from the Unseen. A Journal and Forum for Writing in the Arts. A Little String to Pull. By J Scott Mosel. I remember it like it was yesterday. How we held hands and cried below a window. Filled with light, branches bending the wind. You wore your blue soul, just the way I like it,. The one with the open back, folds above the hips,. A litle string to pull and find God. You spent the morning in the Egyptian room,. Touching the black sarcophagus , flirting. With the docents, as you remained unnoticed.
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