Shingle drag beneath shallow wave pages. The lapstrake swings heavily towards him and if it were any rougher, waist-deep in the swell, Knott would surely be pulled beneath it. Sam, flapping his arms, wades from the beach into the surf. Ffooks, bow in both hands, says, get in, get in. Knott pulls himself up over … Continue reading From the beach.
Fizz! Bang! Pop! The good folk at Onomatopoeia pull another ace from their sleeve.
SONGS FROM TRULEIGH HILL by The Milk And Honey Band is released today.
It’s available on ultra-clear vinyl, CD and in all digital formats too from independent record shops and from all your favourite online platforms too, including bandcamp where you can also stream it for free if you want a listen https://themilkandhoneyband.bandcamp.com/…/songs-from…
It’s been a long and not altogether straightforward journey for Robert White and I to bring this into the world but hear it is at last.
Both the LP and CD come with a booklet of stunning photos taken by Bob on and around Truleigh Hill. To mark the occasion we are very proud to unveil a beautiful film made for the song ‘stillwater’ by Ned Langman
The sunlight on the café counter. Clatter, scrape and second cuppa. Stainless, Sheffield. Bowl of sugar. Elbow, knuckle ink and finger butter. Gingham vinyl tablecloth. Spoon song, ketchup, salt and pepper. Bubble. Double egg and chips. Love Me Tender, tiny speaker. The market barker's comedy - Same routine since ninety three. "arfur cue f'fifty pee." … Continue reading Tender.
I enjoyed writing and researching this challenge, and to an even greater degree, I enjoyed reading the varied and delightful responses. I am very grateful to judge Misky of… 682 more wordsEIF Nature Poetry Challenge: The Results — Experiments in Fiction Delighted to see a new piece of mine in the latest EIF Poetry challenge alongside … Continue reading EIF Nature Poetry Challenge: The Results — Experiments in Fiction
February 20th 2019 (Whitley Bay) 7am. Breakfast in bed; poached egg, toast, coffee. Miles Ahead, Miles Davis film. My favourite things - his bug-eye shades and coked-out cornrows, his chiselled cheeks and silver shirt (what is that, latex?!), circa Bitches' Brew, which, now I've seen the makings of, begins to make more sense - a … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island. 16
This is another way he remembered her. Her laughter flowered the living room walls causing colours to bloom here and voices, like hot-air balloons, also. Her face framed at the hatch, asking from the kitchen, who’s for dessert. And some of them claimed to be stuffed, but thank you, and some of them, groaning, held … Continue reading The Pear Gateau.
