The Language of Footprints

Cumbrian writer Ian Hill’s submission to Lancaster Litfest for a special publication of new work inspired by Lancashire landscapes is one of three pieces that make up The Language of Footprints, the latest ebook from the festival’s Flax imprint.

‘Instar’ explores and celebrates the liminal landscape of Leighton Moss and Morecambe Bay, where land and water continually change places and struggle for dominance. Read more>>

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The Weekly Poem #50

I missed you by a quarter of an hour.
I should have hurried through my morning shower,
missed eating breakfast in the sleepy sun
or read no emails, or replied to none …

Sue Millard’s granddaughter Naomi died last year of a rare form of cancer – Wilms’ tumour – six weeks before her sixth birthday. ‘Missing’ is the harrowing yet cathartic poem written in response. Read more>>

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BHD on camera – Turkey Cock

Curthwaite fictionista Brindley Hallam Dennis has been playing with some new toys and filming himself telling stories. Here he is with a quite brilliant tale (which you can also read on his blog) of a chilling encounter on a taxi rank, Turkey Cock>>

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The Weekly Poem #49

The children are ahead, pretending to be adults
walking and talking fast.
We are dressed like old people.
Even our stooped shoulders look real.

At a time of year when many parents have just deposited their children outside university halls of residence, Elizabeth Stott puts her eye to the other end of the telescope in Alumni>>

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Swinging The Fire Crane

It’s not just a piece of old iron, you won’t find it on the back of a big red truck, and it hasn’t got any feathers – unless you’ve just plucked a chicken (or some other unfortunate fowl) over the hearth.

The Fire Crane, in fact, is Cumbria’s first literary newspaper. And it’s FREE.

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September Sonnets

Deborah Parkin’s distinctively edgy and atmospheric black and white photographs of her children are complemented by a series of poems written especially for her exhibition at Keswick’s Theatre by the Lake.

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The Weekly Poem #48

Diamond shoes meet the Diamond Sutra in the latest Weekly Poem, in which Angela Locke meditates on the business of worldly attachments, moving from material desire to something altogether higher and, paradoxically, more humble.

Read her poem, The Diamond Sutra and the Duchess of Windsor’s Shoes>>


The Weekly Poem #47

Don’t giggle at its shape –
girls have had babies with vegetables before …

If RS Thomas had been a lass, would he have written something like Josie Shinn’s ‘Supper in Wales’? Just a thought. Probably a stupid one. To see what we mean, click here>>

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Writing mob-handed in Wigton

Writer and (Trifolium Books) publisher Connie Jensen thought she knew a thing or two about putting a script together – but then she found herself heading up a team of writers building The Throstle’s Nest – 750 years of Wigton history condensed into a two-hour play for the town’s Theatre Club, performed at the John Peel Theatre in June.

Read her blog about the team-writing process in Sharing a Pencil>>

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The Monthly Flash #08

We’re barely able to read this uncomfortable little story by Helen Fletcher. Then again, we can’t bear not to. It makes us squirm but it’s kind of addictive. It’s Charlotte’s Partner>>

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The Weekly Poem #46

The blue sky
is a round wet mouth …

Phoebe Power’s love poem might be called ‘Maybe’, but there’s no maybe about the poetry – it’s definitely hitting the spot. But don’t take our word for it – get it read>>

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The Weekly Poem #45

Poet Clare Crossman grew up in Cumbria and lived here for many years before relocating to the flatlands of Cambridgeshire, and then leafy Hertfordshire.

You can take the woman out of Cumbria etc – and in this week’s poem, she’s back On Cold Fell>>

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The Monthly Flash #07

It’s been too long since we posted some flash fiction here – apologies, we’ve got a bit of a backlog. Anyway, here’s some blue soup from Elizabeth Stott – but rest assured, Bridgit Jones it isn’t. It’s A for Alice>>