Keith’s new book is an eclectic and varied assortment of poems gathered together under the collective title “The mirrors of Thespis”. There’s no underlying thread/leitmotif running through them other than the diversity of content.
Keith is essentially a musician with strong poetic and visual sensibilities that informs all aspects of his creative work. In a world where the word “interdisciplinary arts” is the buzz word he was there long before the word was even coined. He spent many years as a musical director with dance and theatre companies which greatly influenced and widened his artistic scope.
First collection with William Cornelius Harris Publishing
There is a Tune is the new release of poetry by Cathy Flower Poet for Life. Cathy arrived in London in 2004. Since her arrival, she has performed here extensively. How did it start? “It all began for me in Sydney, racing up a hill in Darlinghurst to put my name down in the open-mic at a pizza bar on Oxford Street in 1991. I made it. My blood was inspired. Poetry and I remain”.
There is a Tune is Cathy’s third book of poetry, dealing with urban pains and enlightening strains but with a dash of hope, enchantment and survival. Preceding poetry volumes by Cathy Flower include Blue Poetry (2013) and Poetry is the Sight Within: 8 Short Poems (2010).www.cathypoetflower.tumblr.com
Throughout her life, Ingrid Andrew created art and wrote poetry prolifically. She later added music and song to celebrate her passion for the natural world and humanity, also her fears. In this thought-provoking but delightful volume, ‘of the Deep’, you will find quirky humour too and affectionate observation. Ingrid’s life ended in 2015.
The volume has 22 poems, each gently remarkable, with one ferociously defiant. The overriding sensation is of her characteristic tenderness.
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Ingrid’s first volume ‘The Bird of Morning’ is also available from William Cornelius Harris Publishing. Her creative website www.ingridandrew.wordpress.com is still there to both stimulate and soothe heart and soul. She welcomes you with tenderness.
Alain English is delighted to publish his second book with W.C.H. Publishing. This selection of poetry marks ten years in London and covers such varied topics as mental health, snooker and politics. Travelling from Aberdeen to London via Sheffield and Palestine, these poems can be savoured and enjoyed at any time.
Pocket full of Whispers this little book of poetry is dedicated to all my close friends and family. And to all the extraordinary people who have influenced and enhanced my life in ways I never could have imagined possible.
With more than just thanks to Peter Beverley, Bob Frith, Paul Kershaw, Katerina and Ankaret El Haj, Xochitl Tuck, Laura Barnes, Lorna Barter, Cam Ringel, Penny and Shadow and Dave from Tottenham Chances, Kitty Reford, the Sidcup and Bexley crew, Jill Penny, Fiona Frank, Wendy and Chris Pointon from Market Rasen, Poet Razz and all at Survivors Poetry.
Welcome to this, my third collection of poetry, perfect for the fireside, the bedside, or even the roadside, full of lyrical rhymes on alternative themes that will stimulate and entertain you and hopefully, get your own creative juices flowing. I wanted to deliver a flow of poetry that enters the human psyche in a sensitive way, putting life’s problems and experiences into context, reaching into the corners of life and shaking it out like a table cloth
Tara Fleur ‘Woman Of Bones’ first collection of poetry Title I’m Not Here For Your Entertainment
She is a Performance Poet, Fine Artist MA, Psychiatric Nurse, and Survivor of Trauma.
She has a battled with Mental Illness alongside a varied involvement in Acute Psychiatry and the Arts.
She has exhibited her installation art which incorporates spoken word, film and photography and independently curated several successful exhibitions of conceptual art over the past 25 years.
In 2013 she won a national painting / poetry competition (Think Arts) with a portrait of Shakespeare that was on display at Southwark Cathedral, London UK.
Tara Fleur ‘Woman Of Bones’ is new to publication but has already had poems included in collection of poetry in America by Nina Loard.
Her life story as a Poet, Artist and Survivor of Trauma can also be found in an academic psychological research publication ‘ Narratives Of Art Practise and Mental Well Being ‘ by Olivia Sagan, Bishop Grosseteste University.
Tara Fleur ‘Woman Of Bones’ performs her poetry widely across the London open mic circuit, poetry slam’s and has featured at several events.
She has an interest in collaborating with fellow poets, most recently weaving a darker thread of poetry into Ingrid Andrew’s performance piece ‘When Woman Created The World’
I’m Not Here For Your Entertainment
Is a collection of edgy, melancholic, sexually explicit, traumatic, dark, socio-political, uncomfortable and often shockingly visceral poetry.
This book of poetry is, her book of poetry.. a reflection of a life less ordinary
‘I am not here for your Entertainment’
by Ingrid Andrew
This woman with the beautiful name of Tara Fleur and the equally resonant and unforgettable name that first grabbed my attention ‘Woman of Bones’ has her first written her first, mesmerizing collection of poetry in the William Cornelius Harris/Jason Why stable.
The first powerful,compelling and unforgettable poem is ‘Woman of Bones’ with its continous refrain Don’t
(… don’t try to cure me, I am an incurable woman. Don’t whisper, what I already know.
Don’t dear oh dear, bones –
Don’t call me a bitch, a cunt or a cow. I am a Woman of Bones. I am a grim warrior now
and don’t bother praying for me, I choose not to rest in peace ..’
Taras poems speak soul to soul, heart to heart of her own reality, her fierce and unwavering acceptance of what is, of what she feels and of her own traumatic experiences.
Her poems often speak of an almost unbearable, aching reality ‘Hush little baby, don’t wet the bed … or mama’s gonna punch you in your soft, sweet head ‘
or are again startlingly, exposingly, unforgettably, corruscatingly honest … as in ‘Sorry’ where Tara apologizes for being a bystander to the suffering she witnesses, when in her former career of psychiatric nurse … ‘I had my nurse’s hat on’ while enduring her own soul torment.
‘…. my night shifts moaned and groaned, boundaries blurred between the living and the dead, strange whispers seeping through locked doors …’
Tara’s poems are never less than extraordinarily vivid and memorable. Her eyes unflinchingly look into the darkest places and experiences that a human being can suffer, her bones speak,her voice insists on being heard.
The war over a return to to full health. No more thought of death, or Suicide the battle waged it close but Hope winning, pushing despair out. Only joy and fulfilment fill the void. Happy thought the flags fly high all people celebrate the end of despair punched out by joy
This is my second poetry collection Life and Hope i learn my craft from the street of London, poetry circuit where i spent many happy hours talking , listening and drinking with London finest poets where i learn there secrets of poetry interestingly this all happen by accident i was invited to a creative writing workshop and each week it was poetry and i would always say when are we going to do creative writing one day they all answers poetry is creative writing at which point i pruduce the flyer which read adventure story writing follow by another big laugh. Life and Hope came to life following the successful completion of my first book Death Suicide Despair Poetry
Poem from Life and Hope
Who said it‘s hard?It‘s impossible to complete such tasks.More work, less staff.Who‘s making the decisions?I hear it loud: cuts, more cuts, more cuts.It‘s all psychological scaremongering.Those who have jobs want to keep them.Those who do not, want to find them.Suddenly there‘s giant leaps of incomers from afar without work and all the time they say it benefits us all.
When London Finally Gave in and Started to Love is my first collect. Finally the fantastic performance poet Ernie Burns has penned his poems in a book,called When London Finally Gave in and Started to Love so we can carry him around in our pockets! This collection ‘When London Finally Gave In and Started to Love’ is a superb distillation of five years of his writing; full of what Ernie writes best about, the heart! It’s texts are grubby with the sardonic soot of London’s glaucous city smog and an absolute spark of a poem entitled ‘Little Ember’ scatters light upon the cobbled streets.
Poem from When London Finally Gave in and Started to Love By Ernie Burns
Bad Day This is a “worse” day It holds “worse” for me And I fear more “worse” Is bound to appear Because “worse” is a curse That scares my “Okay” Muscles it out and packs it away It is going to be a terrible day
Because “worse” is a bad listener It does not care When I say In a stern admonishing tone “Bad day bad!”…It runs off Making people think I am mad Talking to a day like that And all I will get today is “Worse”So, how I will feel today is bad. free down load extract from the book.