Tag Archives: life
Women in Farming
Recently, photographer Billie Charity launched a new exhibition highlighting the rarely acknowledged world of women farmers. Her hard working subjects, like Billie herself, are based around Hay-on-Wye and range in age from 18 to 93 years old. Billie’s incredible exhibition … Continue reading
The anticipation of a book launch …
Pick and Mix anthology update by Emma van Woerkom Suddenly, I hear boxes of books are arriving at the Hay Writers’ Circle HQ filled with glorious copies of our Pick and Mix anthology. We are delighted and excited – book … Continue reading
MUCK, MAYHEM & MEMORIES – ‘A FOOT IN THE BUCKET’ IS PUBLISHED
by Emma van Woerkom Two years before The Good Life appeared on our television screens, Jenny and her husband made the decision to leave their urban home and lifestyle to embrace a life of self-sufficiency in the Welsh Hills. At … Continue reading
A Poem for Ruth Stone, Poet 1915-2011
A Poem for Ruth Stone, Poet 1915-2011 Earlier this summer I was involved in a project responding to works of the American poet Ruth Stone, 1915-2011. Ruth Stone? – I freely admitted to Elephants Footprint (publishers of this new anthology) that I’d … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK – Poems by Anne Riviere and Emma van Woerkom
SEPTEMBER VOICES by Ann Riviere ©2015 “I hate the Autumn.” “Oh, don’t say that.” “I do say that.” “The senses are so sharpened. the sights, the smells, the sounds.” “Where I live, the senses are blunted by the dread of … Continue reading
St. Valentine’s Muse – A Poem by ECvW
A couple of years ago I put a huge red heart in Castle Street, Hay-on-Wye. Attached to the heart was a bucket filled with chocolates and on it’s front, the poem typed below. It went down really really well – … Continue reading
WORDS OF THE WEEK – RASPBERRY PICKING – A SHORT STORY
RASPBERRY PICKING by Emma van Woerkom Between the ages of 10 and 14; too young to get a summer holiday job in the kitchens of the local pubs, but old enough for that need of being away from home … Continue reading