Poet and Black Pear Press editor Polly Stretton, was thrilled to hear that Math Jones featured her series of poems about Thomas Chatterton during his lockdown Facebook readings. Here is a link to the reading. Math delivered all the poems within 10 minutes, and with panache. Thank you, Math. Available as an eBook here.
Winner of the University of Worcester Black Pear Press Prize for Fiction 2021 Christiana Curtiss’s first book It’s Who You Know will be launched at The Hive in Worcester Tuesday 3 May 2022, starting at 18:00. This will be a ‘hybrid’ or ‘blended’ event being both live at The Hive and online. Here is theContinue reading “Launch of the Award Winning ‘It’s Who You Know’ by C. Curtiss”
Malvern is healing/
veined and arterial, blue-blooded fault lines/
deep in the jointure/
trickling down through the layers of time.
(extract from ‘Malvern Water’)
An Extract from a Review by Elizabeth Chell ‘I have just finished reading Michael W. Thomas’s Collection of novellas and stories Sing Ho! High Cortez. It is a book I will want to read over and over. The central theme for this collection of stories is family life and friendships. The first novella, Esp: TheContinue reading “Review by Elizabeth Chell”
Beth O’Brien’s second poetry collection with Black Pear Press I Chase Lightning launched online in February 2022. Available now (UK only): £6.00 +P&P We are unable to despatch to destinations outside the UK. Beth O’Brien’s writing never fails to transport me to another world, and I Chase Lightning is no different. Imbued with beautifully vivid descriptions, eachContinue reading “Beth O’Brien–I Chase Lightning”
The 2021 edition of Worcestershire LitFest Flash Fiction Anthology, ‘Carrots, Cream and Death’ launched in December 2021. Super short, short stories. Engaging stories of no more than 300 words – well-written and entertaining – order now as birthday or any sort of celebratory gift. Please note: we are unable to despatch to destinations outside theContinue reading “Launch of Carrots, Cream and Death”
Wide of eye, gurning in apparent pain, he would pace…
Every day I take care to walk
on the other side of the street
to catch sight of my Cathedral
rearing up, misty-veiled,
sliding past as I walk on…