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| Midday, and snow from last night has not melted yet. |
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Views from the rail bridge on a cold but sunny day
Friday, January 18, 2019
Spare poems going cheap
Breda Rainey
Breda Rainey you would
hammock in the rainy box
chaps sodden from the night dew.
Breda Rainey you wear
tiny leaves of the hedgerow
in your hair.
Breda Rainey you are,
though you heave a pushchair,
forever garlanded in box.
.
The Weight of Words
The number of all the raindrops that have ever fallen on Ireland,
in words,
would not outweigh
a jinny-joe.
The number of all the snowflakes that have ever fallen on Japan,
in words,
would not outweigh
a cobweb.
The glints of sunlight on every ocean,
the birth cries of every newborn,
the sighs of every unrequited lover since Eden,
in words,
would not outweigh
a horse.
.
.
--
Stephen Moran
Breda Rainey you would
hammock in the rainy box
chaps sodden from the night dew.
Breda Rainey you wear
tiny leaves of the hedgerow
in your hair.
Breda Rainey you are,
though you heave a pushchair,
forever garlanded in box.
.
The Weight of Words
The number of all the raindrops that have ever fallen on Ireland,
in words,
would not outweigh
a jinny-joe.
The number of all the snowflakes that have ever fallen on Japan,
in words,
would not outweigh
a cobweb.
The glints of sunlight on every ocean,
the birth cries of every newborn,
the sighs of every unrequited lover since Eden,
in words,
would not outweigh
a horse.
.
Canal of Days
Life is a canal, on which we are narrow boats
with no reverse gear.
Each night, each sleep, is a lock.
We enter the lock and the water of yesterday is released,
till we emerge into tomorrow, to another gated day.
Behind us and above that again,
lie the days gone by. Ahead only today,
its prospect, its gate, its fall.
Gone the hundreds, hail the one.
.
Stephen Moran
Saturday, January 05, 2019
Superb John Prine session w/ Gordon Lightfoot in the room
Great atmosphere, anecdotes, wonderful songs and a brilliant performance.
And it must be said, "not a dry eye in the house." "Laughter through tears" is another stock phrase that comes to mind.
Tuesday, January 01, 2019
Police appeal: Murder of Jason Isaacs
Seen suspicious-looking two mopeds with pillion passengers not wearing helmets?: read this. The photo is of a poster on Whitton Avenue near Oldfield Circus: it's been damaged. "Appeal to find Jason Isaacs' killer: police re-visit murder scene in Northolt" https://t.co/dvAQAdPkgq pic.twitter.com/jEyvRMnyGm— Willesden Herald | New Short Stories (@storyofthemonth) January 1, 2019
Friday, December 28, 2018
Short Story of the Month, January 2019
The Willesden Herald New Short Stories Story of the Month
January 2019: Disappearing by Barbara Robinson
January 2019: Disappearing by Barbara Robinson
… Later, John places the kettle on the hob. I’m sitting at his kitchen
table again, rolling another joint. My eyes are level with his waistband
as he leans across me to take cups from a shelf, the tip of his tan-coloured
leather belt close to my face. I yank it …
Barbara Robinson has an MA in Creative Writing from MMU and reads at literary events in Manchester. Her short story Supersum was short-listed for the 2016 Willesden Herald prize and her novel Elbow Street shortlisted for the 2018 Andrea Badenoch Fiction Award and longlisted for the Grindstone Literary 2018 Novel Prize. She has had short stories published in Ellipsis Zine and Fictive Dream.
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
eBikes for Christmas
Sunday, December 16, 2018
One e-thing leads to another
Following on from the appearance of electric bikes (ebikes, Lime-E brand) outside the two Sudbury Hill stations earlier this week, sure enough on a walk around the area today, two paths are partially blocked for those carrying large shopping bags and or pushing prams or in wheelchairs.
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| E-bike blocking the path, South Vale |
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| Ebike blocking the path, Wood End Road |
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| Another view of the ebike, Wood End Road. The path slopes here. |
Thursday, December 13, 2018
Irish language in Kilburn station
E-bikes hit London
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| Lime-E electronic bikes next to Sudbury Hill Harrow station today |
Monday, November 26, 2018
Short Story of the Month, December 2018
The Willesden Herald New Short Stories Story of the Month
December 2018: Mackerel Point by Richard Lakin
Brenda stood at the top of the stairs.
‘He’s missed us then,’ Colin said.
‘He’ll be back.’ Her role, as always, was to deal with reality, to face up to truth. One of them had too.
‘There’s nothing for us then, love. What did I tell you?’
Brenda gripped the banister and sighed.
Richard Lakin studied chemistry and has worked as a labourer, a journalist, and a policeman on the London Underground. He has published short stories in journals including Londonist, Structo and The Oxonian Review. He has won the Guardian family travel writing prize and Daily Telegraph’s Just Back, travel piece of the year. He lives in Staffordshire and blogs at www.richlakin.wordpress.com
December 2018: Mackerel Point by Richard Lakin
Brenda stood at the top of the stairs.
‘He’s missed us then,’ Colin said.
‘He’ll be back.’ Her role, as always, was to deal with reality, to face up to truth. One of them had too.
‘There’s nothing for us then, love. What did I tell you?’
Brenda gripped the banister and sighed.
Richard Lakin studied chemistry and has worked as a labourer, a journalist, and a policeman on the London Underground. He has published short stories in journals including Londonist, Structo and The Oxonian Review. He has won the Guardian family travel writing prize and Daily Telegraph’s Just Back, travel piece of the year. He lives in Staffordshire and blogs at www.richlakin.wordpress.com
Wednesday, November 07, 2018
Sunday, October 28, 2018
More of the differently same
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
Monday, October 22, 2018
Short Story of the Month, November 2018
The Willesden Herald New Short Stories Story of the Month
November 2018: That New Girl by Brian Kirk
Well, what’s she like then?’
I asked again. She ignored me as she tipped soy sauce into a clean bowl. I turned and stood like a fool with my hands by my sides looking out the front window where I could see the tops of some trees across the street. Our apartment is on the third floor and, even though we’ve been here for over a year, I’m still not used to living above ground level.
Eventually Sara finished juicing a lime and mixing it into the sauce. She turned to me then.
Brian Kirk is a poet and short story writer from Dublin. He was shortlisted twice for Hennessy Awards for fiction. His first poetry collection “After The Fall” was published by Salmon Poetry in November 2017. Recent stories have appeared in The Lonely Crowd Issue 7 and online at Fictive Dream and Cold Coffee Stand. His story “Festival” was long-listed for the Galley Beggar Press Short Story Prize 2017/8. Blog: www.briankirkwriter.com.
November 2018: That New Girl by Brian Kirk
Well, what’s she like then?’
I asked again. She ignored me as she tipped soy sauce into a clean bowl. I turned and stood like a fool with my hands by my sides looking out the front window where I could see the tops of some trees across the street. Our apartment is on the third floor and, even though we’ve been here for over a year, I’m still not used to living above ground level.
Eventually Sara finished juicing a lime and mixing it into the sauce. She turned to me then.
Brian Kirk is a poet and short story writer from Dublin. He was shortlisted twice for Hennessy Awards for fiction. His first poetry collection “After The Fall” was published by Salmon Poetry in November 2017. Recent stories have appeared in The Lonely Crowd Issue 7 and online at Fictive Dream and Cold Coffee Stand. His story “Festival” was long-listed for the Galley Beggar Press Short Story Prize 2017/8. Blog: www.briankirkwriter.com.
Monday, October 15, 2018
Refugees
They are young, whole lives ahead of them,
And take their chances on a rusty hulk.
Terrified at last to be locked below deck,
Wouldn't have wanted so many to push on board.
The Mediterranean is calm, so they say, but
With bodies crushed together, no provisions
And no facilities, death is never far away.
All long for Lampedusa, tolerance, a new life.
It is night now and a patrol is sighted,
A hubbub arises and the old tub lists.
Before you can think about home, here or there,
The sea is upon us all, this is our tomb.
In villages and towns, the old are bereft,
Some wives too and youngsters. Will they ever
Hear, or will they be left to surmise,
When no call from Europe ever comes?
--
Stephen Moran
(2016)
And take their chances on a rusty hulk.
Terrified at last to be locked below deck,
Wouldn't have wanted so many to push on board.
The Mediterranean is calm, so they say, but
With bodies crushed together, no provisions
And no facilities, death is never far away.
All long for Lampedusa, tolerance, a new life.
It is night now and a patrol is sighted,
A hubbub arises and the old tub lists.
Before you can think about home, here or there,
The sea is upon us all, this is our tomb.
In villages and towns, the old are bereft,
Some wives too and youngsters. Will they ever
Hear, or will they be left to surmise,
When no call from Europe ever comes?
--
Stephen Moran
(2016)
Friday, October 12, 2018
Who's hacking whom?
Monday, October 01, 2018
Thursday, September 27, 2018
In Memoriam - Chas Hodges (1943 - 2018)
Chas and Dave "Wonder Where He Is Now?" on Later with Jools Holland, June 2018
Friday, September 21, 2018
Short Story of the Month, October 2018
The Willesden Herald New Short Stories Story of the Month
October 2018: Everything Comes Together by Frank Haberle
“In your trailer, it’s colder and darker than outside. You pull the wad of bills out and smooth them out in your frozen red palms. There’s a twenty, a ten, and eight singles. For one flashing moment you think of your rent, now ten days late. Then you get up and start walking back to town.”
Frank Haberle’s short stories have won the 2011 Pen Parentis Award, the 2013 Sustainable Arts Foundation Award, and the 2017 Beautiful Losers Magazine Award. They have appeared in magazines including the Stockholm Literary Review, Inwood Indiana, Necessary Fiction, the Adirondack Review, Smokelong Quarterly, Melic Review, Wilderness House Literary Review, Cantaraville and Hot Metal Press. A professional grantwriter with nonprofit organizations, Frank is also a volunteer workshop leader for the NY Writers Coalition. He lives in Brooklyn, New York with his wife and three children.
October 2018: Everything Comes Together by Frank Haberle
“In your trailer, it’s colder and darker than outside. You pull the wad of bills out and smooth them out in your frozen red palms. There’s a twenty, a ten, and eight singles. For one flashing moment you think of your rent, now ten days late. Then you get up and start walking back to town.”
Thursday, August 30, 2018
Short Story of the Month, September 2018
The Willesden Herald New Short Stories Story of the Month
September 2018: The Almost-Widow by Carina Buckley
“If I had known, then, that a dull night’s companionable reading would prove on reflection to be a moment of perfect bliss, it’s hard to say what I would have done. Is the horror past or present? All I know is that right now, today, I am greedy for those days, and all the ones I had are not enough. It was their timelessness that made them worth having.”
Carina Buckley grew up in Margate, Kent, and now lives in Salisbury. She works in higher education and has recently completed her first novel, THE TRANSPARENCY OF WATER. She is working on a collection of short stories as well as a full-length play, SINCE I LAST SAW MY SISTER. She has had two short plays performed at the Salisbury Fringe festival.
September 2018: The Almost-Widow by Carina Buckley
“If I had known, then, that a dull night’s companionable reading would prove on reflection to be a moment of perfect bliss, it’s hard to say what I would have done. Is the horror past or present? All I know is that right now, today, I am greedy for those days, and all the ones I had are not enough. It was their timelessness that made them worth having.”
Carina Buckley grew up in Margate, Kent, and now lives in Salisbury. She works in higher education and has recently completed her first novel, THE TRANSPARENCY OF WATER. She is working on a collection of short stories as well as a full-length play, SINCE I LAST SAW MY SISTER. She has had two short plays performed at the Salisbury Fringe festival.
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Things were different back now
I'm trying to be bookish and keep out of the argy-bargy but in the swim on Twitter, at https://twitter.com/storyofthemonth. (I give it six months.) By the way, if you have stories and would sell one for a free book, please submit to Story of the Month. (Steve)If you're doing anything shockingly brutal, cruel and inhuman, it might be understandable because things were different back now.— New Short Stories (@storyofthemonth) August 18, 2018
Saturday, August 18, 2018
Laser removal of rust (video)
Fascinating. Brave for the guy to run the thing over his hand?This is how laser cleaning works to remove rust pic.twitter.com/XfXtBXF5KC— How Things Work (@ThingsWork) August 16, 2018
Friday, August 17, 2018
The earliest colour film of London - 1924
Beautiful, evocative and moving: This is the earliest known original colour film of London, taken in 1924 - only 5 years after Armistice. pic.twitter.com/En0GGNKNZL— BabelColour 🎞 (@StuartHumphryes) August 16, 2018
"Home at last! A personal study of Claude Friese-Green, inventor of the Friese-Green colour process"
Taken in 1924. Note the people around the Cenotaph in Whitehall. And so many people, in what looks like Petticoat Lane market, probably not one of them left alive today.
Thursday, August 16, 2018
R.i.p. Aretha Franklin
Many pleasant, sometimes blissful hours, owed. The video is of a special performance with guests including the Obamas and Carole King.
Aretha Franklin, 'the queen of soul', dies aged 76 (from The Guardian)
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