If you’re in the Scarborough area on April 27th, there’s still time to book your place on my workshop as part of the Scarborough Flare literature festival…
on Sunday 27th April 2pm until 5.30pm
The Studio Gallery,
5 Belle Vue Parade, Town Centre, Scarborough YO11 1SU
The sea has cast its spell upon a long line of writers, from Homer to Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner, from John Masefield ‘s Sea Fever right up to the present day. I’d now like to invite wave-riders, divers, fishermen, sailors, swimmers, paddlers, rock-pool scavengers, beachcombers and all water-lovers to splash in the magic with word-pools and mind-castles, working towards creating your own sea writing. Plus the chance to perform at the end of the session….
Tickets for all ‘Flare performances’ are available from the Scarborough Flare office – open between 10 am and 4 pm every Tuesday to Friday from Thursday 13th March onwards. Studio 213 Woodend Creative Workspace (The Crescent, Scarborough, North Yorkshire YO11 2PW) Tel: 01723 384523.
Tickets – which are numbered – can be bought by going to Woodend at times when the Flare office is open: callers will see Kathy or Jo on reception who will ring for one of the team to come and help callers. Alternatively, you can ring the Flare office during the office’s opening hours or email: firstname.lastname@example.org.
If tickets are available, they will – at request – be held for up to three days. Those who can’t pick up tickets themselves can write to: Scarborough Flare, c/o Bryn Stowe Associates, Studio 213, Woodend Creative Workspace, The Crescent, Scarborough, YO11 2PW with a cheque for the tickets reserved and an SAE.
My short story The Boy Who Hid Beneath the Piano is now published in the marvellous Mardibooks production, The Clock Struck War
Just decided to issue Vermin on kindle. It’s my first novella, published as a paperback by Flambard, but a recent reviewer said she would love to see this as an e-book, so, no sooner said than done…. The links are here for amazon.uk and here for amazon.com…..
And for the link to the review on GoodReads, which, incidentally, includes the short stories in the original paperback publication….
Amazon reviews to follow…
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It’s getting a bit chilly up here in North Yorkshire, but turn your thoughts to the Mediterranean, and hey presto, some poems appear on a heart-warming site…. http://www.mediterranean.nu/?p=2531
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Just published: two poems in issue 12 of the rather special literary mag, Prole…. http://www.prolebooks.co.uk/
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“Unleashed” from The Review Board have given my novel “The Kiss” a great review….
It’s also featured on GoodReads… http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/722032253
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Sad to hear of the passing of Seamus Heaney, such a wonderful writer… here’s my very humble tribute to him….
dedicated to the memory of Seamus Heaney
So often I have seen the S of the neck
the black majesty of its poise
steady on a post or other construct
the glossy outline affirming estuary’s flow
its inky darkness almost two dimensional,
rock-still, so that even though I stand and wait,
willing the cormorant to move,
it outwits me with its acceptance
of eddy and of tidal race, watching, watching…
How wise to know when to stretch and dry the wings
to catch the warm breeze or benefit from arctic chill,
to know the precise moment, the exact now
to open up into that vast span
profiling water’s surface in unhurried scoop
before flying entirely away, away,
leaving vast expanse of empty sky.
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My novel “The Banning of Mr Bray” is finished, edited, then finished again…hmmm….is a novel ever quite finished?….However, like a puppet after a show, it’s going back in its box for now…until I manage to find a publisher that is….
Just changed the cover for The Kiss, courtesy of my daughter Hannah Thomas…
Check it out at amazon ….
This novel is now listed on the Awesome Indies website. Means it’s quality-assured.
A girl on holiday with her partner offers to take a photograph for another couple against the backdrop of the complex and ambiguous statue El Beso – the Kiss. Seemingly, both couples are deeply in love. But trouble bubbles beneath the surface. Neither couple expects to meet the other again, but when Rick is handed the brief on an alleged fraud case, he steps into a complex entanglement of game-playing, deceit and blackmail, where love goes astray. He struggles to discover his true identity at the risk of losing his girlfriend and jeopardising his career, while Tom exploits Rick’s love. All four of them must find a way through the maze…
The Kiss - Hopefully it’ll be worth the £1.96 read, judging by web comments and reviews…
“hooked half way through the first chapter and I loved it” “very poetic”
“talented, gifted writer” “an absorbing story ” “beautifully written”
A chance meeting on holiday followed by a second coincidence ensnares two couples into deceit, blackmail, lost love and a desperate search for identity.
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I still have available some copies of my poetry pamphlet The Fibonacci Sequence, where light, dark and shadow, wend a journey through the mathematics of the Golden Section, where words build up into cameos of human life, studying themes of place and otherness. Crafted to the numbers of the sequence, the forms of the poems range from a single word to a ten-line rondeau, through to free verse and a sonnet, the ultimate example, according to some poets, of the Golden Ratio….
To buy a copy at £3.50 to include P&P, please click the Paypal button below.
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My story Goats has just been listed on Readwave’s Staff Picks … http://readwave.com/goats-acrosstheages_s2855
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Also published: Issue 7 of Prole Magazine. http://www.prolebooks.co.uk/page5.html Check out my short story (set in Portugal) The Lovely Water.
A pamphlet of poems (including two prose poems) reflecting my time abroad. If you would like to buy a copy, use the button below or please get in touch…(£3) Title Flight path is a plea for world peace, taking its inspiration from the stunning Corsican landscape during a time when Libya was being attacked by Western Allies, but also from mixed responses whilst travelling, of delight at the surroundings and reflections on exile…