About me:
Aoife Mannix is an Irish poet and writer based in London. Her first novel Heritage of Secrets was published by Lubin & Kleyner in 2008 (
http://tr.im/nL5Y). She is the author of four collections of poetry; The Trick of Foreign Words (2002), The Elephant in the Corner (2005), Growing Up An Alien (2007) and Turn The Clocks Upside Down (2008) – all with Tall Lighthouse (
www.tall-lighthouse.co.uk). In 2009, she released a CD with musician Janie Armour of their Phrased & Confused commission ‘Different Words For Snow’. Her work has been broadcast on BBC Radio 3 and Radio 4 and she has toured internationally with the British Council as well as throughout the UK with Apples & Snakes. Her short stories are included in the anthologies Tell Tales Volume 3 (2006), Small Voices, Big Confessions (2006) and Westside Stories (2003). See
www.aoifemannix.com for more information or have a listen at
www.myspace.com/aoifemannixandjaniearmour.
Who I'd like to meet:
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Dec 30 2009 3:12 PM
Marmalade Elephants – a creative experiment combining nano-fiction and visual art – is now live and seeking artistic collaborators.
So here’s calling all artists, illustrators, designers, photographers, or those who just love to doodle and draw... Visit the Marmalade Elephants online home for details about how to get involved and make something special!
Thanks.
Dec 28 2009 2:22 PM
Dec 23 2009 9:47 PM
Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
(see my blog for details):
CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said,
Beneath signalling skies,
On land dusty to tread,
A trough in a stable
Was the strawy first-bed
Of a divine baby -
The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope -
There then and here now;
The yuletide of goodwill -
There then and here now.
In respect of this chance,
Beneath bright or dark skies,
Faith's the star that we glance
Attending Christ's churches
And trying to enhance,
With singing and ritual,
Our God-loving stance.
A...
(C) David Franks 2003
Dec 23 2009 5:05 AM
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What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for
the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may
overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to
peace. ~ Agnes M. Pharo
Christmas Blessings, Rhonda Grace
I Heard It From The GraceVine:
http://blogs.myspace.com/gracevine_publications
Dec 21 2009 1:25 AM
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Blessings are like flowers. When they are fresh people
prize them, when they wither, people forget them. How often do we remember the
blessings and the miracles that are showered on us from heaven above?
Sending Sweet Blessings, ~Rhonda Grace
I Heard It From The GraceVine:
http://blogs.myspace.com/gracevine_publications
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Dec 8 2009 10:11 AM
Just to let you know, my short story collection “A History of Sarcasm” is now available to buy. (It’s great, by the way.)
You can get it from www.doghorn.com
More details on my website, www.frankburton.co.uk
“The writer William Burroughs once called language “a virus from outer space”, and there’s a sense of that in A History of Sarcasm, where Burton holds words up to the sun and lets the light shine through them.”
David Swann.
Nov 30 2009 4:02 PM
You are officially invited!
Cheers
James
Nov 22 2009 12:32 PM
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Nov 17 2009 6:28 PM
Contact me for details.
Have a great Tuesday.
Nov 12 2009 11:21 PM
Nov 9 2009 6:09 PM
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
(please see my blog):
TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare;
Sea, country and works scent the air;
A multitude of monuments,
Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls;
The remnants of defensive walls;
Historic buildings are a gauge
Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields;
Estuaries guarded by shields;
Long sandy beaches and wide scenes;
Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees,
Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries,
And crossed by practical delights -
Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham;
Football kits ad infinitum;
Kept castles - one for study;
Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way,
It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
(C) David Franks 2003
Nov 9 2009 7:49 AM
Hope you're enjoying my music.
All the best.
Pat.
Nov 3 2009 8:40 PM
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Nov 3 2009 11:41 AM
Nov 3 2009 5:10 AM
Gods wine
This room, these walls can’t hold us
Time and space lose their meaning
Imagination intoxicates us
Trapped inside a dream
Worlds within worlds
Filled with passions nectar
Armed with solitude
Verse after verse
Swept away by a thought
Held there by beauty
Poets
We make Gods wine
Oct 26 2009 12:34 PM
Hope all is well and congrats on winning your prize :)
Best wishes,
Sandra
Oct 26 2009 12:18 PM
All the best
Bruno
Oct 23 2009 9:32 AM
Frédéric
PERROUX -// Lanséria
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Oct 18 2009 11:59 PM
"Imagine " Art Magazine.
http://www.soulfulpen.com
Oct 12 2009 3:23 PM
Oct 11 2009 7:40 PM
Oct 9 2009 8:42 PM
Spread the voice!!!
Bring all your friends!!!
Let's Awake the Scene!!!!!
Oct 5 2009 8:38 AM
FRéDéRic
PeRRoUx -// Pen Be
Oct 5 2009 7:39 AM
Oct 1 2009 5:23 AM
Hope you enjoy one of my most recent blog:
Loves Relationship with Nature
The giant Redwood tree has to be thankful to the (wind, rain, lighting and fires) elements in which it endured for if not for them it would never have gotten so strong. Yet at the same time if it could speak and it can thru its presence gives back for each could not exist without the other.
The elements become not something to fear but the necessary ingredient for growth to be possible. That is why everything in Nature is beautiful.
Love (Redwood tree) knows to join forces with its so called enemies for without them it could never have grown to such magnificent heights. Therefore, to fully experience life, moment to moment, completely; Whole! Just like the giant Redwoods. Their must be an exchange.
When we look out at nature? Take for instance the Giant Redwoods of Northern California, the Pacific Ocean or a beautiful sunset. We give it our total undivided attention for we are captivated by its beauty and at the very same moment we get back in reciprocity.
Love wants to know itself but I can’t know myself without you.
~Roel Corpus~
Ps_ Happy for the friendship.