Read By: Eryl Shields
Written By: Eryl Shields
Length: 0:40
Introduction: This is a short poem inspired the mixing bowl my mother used to make all our cakes in, and that I have now inherited.
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Wednesday, 4 June 2008
Monday, 29 October 2007
A sense of Routine
Read By: Eryl Shields The Kitchen Bitch Ponders
Written By: Eryl Shields
Length:2 minutes 33 seconds
Introduction: This is a kind of story poem. I was asked to write an autobiographical poem based on one of our five senses and told to think 'jazz'. I used Tomaz Salamun's poem I smell Horses in Poland as a model, not being a poet myself! It is the essence of my life up to a certain point now long since passed...
Written By: Eryl Shields
Length:2 minutes 33 seconds
Introduction: This is a kind of story poem. I was asked to write an autobiographical poem based on one of our five senses and told to think 'jazz'. I used Tomaz Salamun's poem I smell Horses in Poland as a model, not being a poet myself! It is the essence of my life up to a certain point now long since passed...
Wednesday, 10 October 2007
Tuglik and her Granddaughter
Read By: Eryl Shields
Written By: An old Inuit tale
Length: 1m 46s
Introduction: I found this story in Angela Carter's Book of Fairy Tales which is bursting with the fabulous. This one is from the icy depths of Innuit culture and I love it for it raises so many questions whilst at the same time being a rollicking good yarn.
Written By: An old Inuit tale
Length: 1m 46s
Introduction: I found this story in Angela Carter's Book of Fairy Tales which is bursting with the fabulous. This one is from the icy depths of Innuit culture and I love it for it raises so many questions whilst at the same time being a rollicking good yarn.
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