Kingston’s Apple Story, By A Michelson’s Seedling

*Launching today!*

Alison Fure’s Kingston’s Apple Story, By A Michelson’s Seedling,is the third chapbook to be published on the Seethingography imprint of Sampson Low Ltd. This colourful A6 pamphlet tells the story of Kingston’s orchards and apple growing heritage across 16 pages, squeezing in juicy chunks of local history, and the importance of orchards as places sustaining an amazing amount of wild life and rich biodiversity. You will also find out about some of the fascinating people in the Borough who remember, for example, what life was like as a child in Hook when it was full of orchards!

 

“Behind the bakery was an orchard from which I was chased many a time by the irate owner, named by us as ‘old man Phipps…We rarely did any scrumping in the orchard, just used it for Cowboys and Indians and tree climbing.” (J. Mutimer, Hook resident, 1920s)

 

It features the Tolworth Apple Store- a beautiful, but desperately in need of restoring, old barn c.1856, not far from Tolworth Court Moated Manor. Alison hopes that this important piece of local heritage can be saved and restored for everyone to enjoy.

Please help her and sign the petition here!

Copies of the chapbook are available to buy from Sampson Low, and from Alison herself, whose website and contact details are here.

The chapbook is £2.00 plus p+p

Alison is a field ecologist specialising in bats. She is a director at Kingston Environment Centre and a license trainer for the London Bat Group. She believes that orchards can help soften the impact of urbanisation; if each child could plant an apple tree-in their name-it would halt the spread of ‘green desert’.

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Pop-Up Prose and Poetry

The next Seething Writers gathering is to mark the Surbiton Food Festival.

Thursday 18 May, 7–9pm, Museum of Futures – pop-up prose and poetry session.

Drop in anytime during the evening to rustle up some flash-fry fiction and puff poetry.

 

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David Russamano Launches his first Poetry Collection!

Come along and enjoy poems and drinks in the cellar venue of the historic Flying Horse pub – apparently, the last on Oxford Street, on Saturday May 20th! David Russamano, who has graced Seething Writers meet ups on a number of occasions, launches his first chapbook, (Reasons for) Moving, and we would love you to come and join us to celebrate!

(Reasons for) Moving is published by Structo publishers (read what they say about it here), the wonderful team who publish the Structo literary magazine, which, if you haven’t read it, is really a beautifully produced journal of writing worth seeking out.

What people have said about (Reasons for) Moving:

This is an impressive and enjoyable collection of poems. Russomano deserves readers.

— Wendy Cope

Russomano is an intriguing new poet I expect big things from, based on the poems here, which seem intelligently poised between American and British poetic stances. At once exotic, historical, melancholy, and well-made, these elegant, thoughtful poems of place and change have unexpected outcomes – slipping off into new, submerged possibilities, like the house on the frozen lake, that is not, well, really all that solid. An impressive debut.

— Todd Swift

Russomano combines a serious wanderlust and wonderful evocations of place, with a careful consideration of the value of home. Perfect ingredients for the pull and push of poetry, these poems beautifully dovetail diction with structure. A true delight to the eye and the heart.

— Lucy Furlong

David Russomano’s (Reasons for) Moving records a widely travelled life. ‘Writing Home from Quepos’, ‘After the Revolution: Kathmandu, 2006’, ‘Ankara’, and other vividly compelling poems about distant places interweave with poems located closer to home, such as ‘What Begins and Ends with Water’, the delightful and mordant ‘Saint John’s’, or the chilling ‘Cutting Corners’, about a mall built on the toxic site of a former brake pad factory. Beautifully evoked, this varied and memorable collection only gets better and better with each rereading.

— Ann Fisher-Wirth

Congratulations to Dave! To celebrate he is launching his chapbook  in Central London, at a FREE event in the cosy environs of the cellar bar of The Flying Horse, on the corner of Oxford Street and Tottenham Court Road. More info here.

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Submit!

Submissions to Issue #2 of The Seethingographer are now open!

The Seethingographer Issue #2 Summer 2017 theme:

‘Going Home’

 What is Home and where is it? Is it wherever you are, or is home a place you yearn for? What makes a house a home?

Please send us your new- not-published-before flash fiction, place-based writing of no more than 170 words; short poems of no more than 20 lines and high resolution jpeg images on the theme of ‘Going Home’, to  seethingography@gmail.com by midnight April 30th

Please include your name, email address and web site, if you have one.

Buy Issue #1 via Sampson Low Ltd here

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Carried

Come and carry me away

gather up my pieces

fold them tidy

tuck in the frayed edges

carry me away

click and swish

bob me to the beat of your footsteps

make your way between the trees

brush me up against the sun rough bark

carry me away

packed with my heaviest bits at the bottom

place my delicate leaves on top

put me in the press undamaged

carry me away

or set me down in a windy park

let me unfurl

let the wind

carry me away

Sinead Keegan

https://allthesins.co.uk/

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Dear Seething Writers: Future’s So Bright….

Dear All,

I bear glad tidings and sad tidings:

Sad tidings: I am no longer able to give Seething Writers the time and energy that I would like to and have, since its inception in June 2016. This is simply due to other commitments, and there not being a time machine readily available to squeeze everything in…

Glad tidings: I am delighted to say that Sharon Zeqiri and Simon Tyrrell will take over as organisers and facilitators, so that Seething Writers can continue! I am so pleased to hand over to two great people, talented writers in their own right, who have been active members of Seething Writers from the start.

Thank you all for being there and for enthusiastically taking part and trying out all the writing activities; for walking and talking and sharing your work and words- it has been an absolute pleasure- and I hope I will be able to pop in and say hello and come for a pint at some point, and maybe persuade you into another walk sometime!

Lucy X

Next dates for Seething Writers meet ups at the Museum of Futures:

March 20th

April 24th

May 22nd

Something wonderful is about to happen…

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Seething Writers Workshop February 28th 2017

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“Seething Writers Go Totally Ekphrastic”

Tuesday 28th February 7.30pm – 9.00 pm at The Museum of Futures, Surbiton. Facebook event HERE.

Please come and join in if you write or would like to write, and would like to meet other like-minded folk! We will talk writing, do writing and then go to the pub.
We will be writing in response to the visual poetry show at the Museum

More info about this forthcoming exhibition and events can be found here:

http://www.theenemiesproject.com/#/futures/

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Seething Writers Make Merry and Seethingographer Launch

swmakemerrysimWe met for a festive reading and social at the Museum of Futures in December, to celebrate a very successful and enjoyable six months of Seething Writers, and to launch The Seethingographer, a chapbook anthology of writing and images from Seething Writers, published on the brand new Seethingography imprint by Sampson Low publishers.

The Seethingographer Chapbook
The Seethingographer Chapbook

There were fantastic readings, including a gorgeous poem from Diane Keighley, which she has very kindly allowed to be published here:

Winter

Frosted skeletons of leaves adorn the twisted boughs
And icy spears usurp the verdant lawns
While festive laughter rings from lighted halls
And yellow lanterns push back winter’s claws.

In nature’s death we grasp at vital warmth
To fill the darkened hours till new year’s dawn
With joy, the robin’s scarlet heart lifts ours
To see a flash of red, a memory of blood.

Diane Keighley

Also a great festive tale from Simone Kay:

Michael Bauble

There was once a Christmas bauble called Michael Bauble. He was the only mouth blown bauble on the tree but because of his plain colour he had been put to the back at the bottom. All he ever wanted to do was sing and all the other Christmas baubles told him not to. They said “that’s not what Christmas baubles do”.

The other Baubles were made of plastic some had white snow on the top , some were spotted , some were iridised , some had indents which would catch the light , some were long and thin, they were all different sizes.

But Michael knew that he was in love with the Angel at the top of the tree and when he sang he felt that he was floating in the air and sure enough he was . The more he sang the higher he got to his angel. The other baubles were inspired to start singing, so started three-part harmonies and singing descant. The small baubles were singing in their high soprano voices and all the big baubles had deep tenor voices and the really big baubles were doing drum and bass.

As Michael reached the top of the tree the Angel saw him and invited him to hang from the bare branch by her side. This was the most joyous and harmonious Christmas tree in all the land. (People came from all over the world to visit this tree, it was in Surbiton)

Simone Kay

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Thanks to the lovely people who brought mince pies! And especially to Helen Nicholas for supplying the mulled wine – it was very much appreciated!

Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!* Lucy X

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Thanks to Trish Gant for permission to use this pic http://www.trishgant.com

*This post is rather later than hoped as I have been poorly, but better now.

 

 

 

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Knock knock, who’s there?

A great story from Pat Cann, read with style (and props!) at last night’s Seething Writers Make Merry event.

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They turned up at the group, the usual suspects. They stood outside the meeting place, hands in pockets, shuffling around, looking shiftily at one another, nodding as a new person joined the troupe.

‘Cold tonight’ one said – the breath blowing out of their mouth like smoke from a steam train.

Of course it was cold, it was December, and it was Surbiton!

The boss turned up, keys in hand, fingerless gloves, and scarf covering half their face. They weren’t sure who it was letting them in, they were confident it was the boss. They nodded in acknowledgment.

‘Cold tonight’ the boss said – obviously, it was December and it was Surbiton.

The room was cold, but they had made a determined effort to meet for the last time. Well, the last time before Christmas that was. The blinds were closed, it afforded them some privacy. The door shut behind…

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