We are starting our fifth
birthday celebrations with some great give away gifts and a 5th
anniversary competition that features fantastic prizes for literature
lovers and writers. We hope you will help us to celebrate five years of
innovative, independent, international publishing.
If so, an Envoi subscription will
introduce you to a wealth of new and established poets as well as poetry
articles and great reviews that help you choose the books that will appeal
to you – we’re offering a reduced price subscription to Envoi all our
newsletter readers - £12 instead of £15 – and on top of that we’ll send
you a free Cinnamon press poetry collection with your
first issue – that’s £22 worth of poetry for £12 and no p+p to pay. Just
quote ‘cpb Envoi offer’ and send us your details and subscription of £12
by cheque to Cinnamon Press or pay online on the cinnamon press gifts and
prizes page at www.cinnamonpress.com
We are looking for keen readers
who will read one of our novels and agree to post a review on Inpress, The
Book Depository, Amazon or a well read blog. Free novels
will go to the first twenty people to email Rowan with their name, address
and a short note of where the review will be placed. (Please note we will
only be able to respond to the lucky first twenty)
Written in the first person
voice of Fatima, it is the story of a young woman coming of age in Bosnia:
“We lived in the period of Bosnian history when even the way of being a
child or the manner of falling in love was political in some way.”
A Cinnamon Press course will
give you focus and inspiration, but so often it’s that extra bit of advice
and direction after the course that is the missing element. Book yourself
into one of the Cinnamon Press writing courses and get a free
follow up appraisal of your work – one short story, one chapter
of a novel or five poems. The courses are at Llanberis for women writers
from 23rd – 30th April; Gardousel Retreat in France from June 19th – 26th,
where you can bring a non-writing partner and enjoy organic food, sun and
massages or North Wales from October 30th to November 5th. You will find
full details on the website events page or email Jan
“The novel is a rich,
informative, sometimes alarming and often moving account ...generous and
perceptive ...post-post-colonial in the ironies and sympathies it has
available for almost all its characters. ...a novel of confidence and
subtlety”
“Original, subtle, inventive ...Livingstone's
Funeral has huge potential to become the best seller in its
genre.”
The Reverend Albert Toyne had
written this in his leather bound diary, his sister’s gift, the evening he
first glimpsed Zanzibar after the voyage from Cape Town in the cramped
frigate. His spidery copperplate lay before him, a little smudged on the
damp page, under the date October 2, 1880, and he tried to remember what
inspired them. Had it been his first glimpse from the harbour of the tower
of Christ Church Cathedral newly built on the old slave market? That would
look good in print, read out at a Mission meeting. But Toyne tried hard to
be an honest man and, in fact, all he could remember were the flat green
swamplands of the coast with its great brown rivers. Then after dark, when
the land breeze stopped, the night air warm as a cloth, smelling of salt
and urine.
He had written nothing since. He
couldn’t write on the march, needing a proper desk or at least a table
like the one Smart had knocked together for him in his brand new house.
But now at Migodo, two hundred miles inland and ignoring the passage of
nine weeks, he continued writing clearly and urgently.
...
Professor Lambkin was the star
of the conference. This was only his third visit to Zambwali. He had
dropped in once for three days in 1948 en route by flying boat to Southern
Rhodesia, and he had spent a week in the capital as a guest of the new
government during the independence celebrations. As a result, from his
secure post in Aberdeen University, Professor Lambkin ran Zambwalian
history. All research on Zambwali was wise to seek his stamp of approval.
All appointments in related subjects were channelled through him. All
documents surfacing about Zambwalian history were deposited by special
arrangement in his university’s special archive. All journals covering the
area as a whole consulted him about articles submitted for
publication.
He had made his name with a book
about the 1917 rising. Making use of materials supplied by friends in
Zambwali but writing in Aberdeen, he had constructed a simple story of
educated, progressive, nationalist-minded rebels provoked beyond endurance
by colonial settler exploitation, but committing the unfortunate
historical error of being years ahead of their time.
Professor Lambkin, in sharp
contrast, was very much in tune with his times. The book had been
published during the interim period of internal self-government which
preceded full independence and it became wildly popular in Zambwali. It
wasn’t read there—it wasn’t officially permitted to go on sale since the
new administration found itself strangely reluctant to allow into the
country a book celebrating an anti-government revolt. But it was referred
to frequently in the speeches of Prime Minister Kacheche, as he then was,
and extracts appeared in the party newspaper. For a few weeks, Mr Kacheche
even took to walking with a limp, hinting at physical identification with
Ebenezer Chibambo, charismatic leader of the 1917 rising who was shot in
the leg before his ascension into heaven.
Curiously, the book’s popularity
had little to do Professor Lambkin’s attack on British colonial policies,
much more with the picture it provided of ordinary Zambwalians which was
felt to be extremely flattering. The professor had found it very difficult
to ascribe a plausible composite role to the African supporters of the
revolt. Never having met any Zambwalians, apart from the waiters in the
lakeshore hotel during his 1948 stopover, he had worried for some time
over the problem of characterisation. Luckily, a summer vacation spent at
his sister’s cottage on the Gower peninsular and a couple of days in the
Rhondda valley provided him with the answer. Zambwalians were delighted to
find themselves described as hymn-singing, chapel-going, salt-of-the-earth
socialists with powerful puritan traditions and long tribal memories. They
were puzzled by the bit about them being passionate rugby fans, but the
portrait as a whole was immensely reassuring and they were determined to
live up to it.
The professor now crossed the
senior common room with a smile which seemed to light up his thick
spectacles, his right arm extending behind him as though trailing his
unexpected African guest on a leash.
‘Good evening, Vice Chancellor,’
he declared loudly, using the title from necessity rather than policy
since he never could remember the man’s name. ‘I want to introduce village
headman Ngoleka.’
He turned to examine the end of the leash and found to
comical bewilderment that his protégé had slipped his collar.
‘Goodness,’ he exclaimed. ‘Well, well, I seem to have lost
him.’
- She dances through
- the middle of days,
- blends memories with oil of lavender, keeps
- conversations in scrapbooks.
- She papers the walls with anecdotes,
- pinches her lips to hoard her thoughts,
- and when asked for her opinions
- plucks on her mouth like a harpist
- playing on gut strings.
Counsellor
- The shine of his hair
- swept back by his hand
- startles her. He leaves
- with her words recorded
- in his red This is Your Life folder
- tucked under his arm.
- He goes before she has finished,
- so she swallows her words
- and the unspoken sentence
- slips down her throat.

- That haunted wing, my mind, resonates
- with dialogues and litanies, riots
- spill along its corridors, doors slam.
- You stalk me, ambush me. I try
- to fend you off with pills and booze,
- make sleep fill up the space left in my bed
- but you, dark one, press through
- the cracks and splinters in my dreams.
- On garish aching autumn days
- I force myself into the sun,
- a north-west gale pinpricks my eyes
- in lanes leeside high hedges.
- I shelter from the squalls off sea
- with autumn’s final butterflies,
- ragged but still brilliant
- through rain and storm and frost.
Island
- You see I come from here,
- I will not deny the isle nor expel
- it from me. Islands either draw you or repel,
- hold you tight or wash you onto greater shores.
- Indifference not an option, else why stay?
- I am from its hills,
- swaddled in a web of deep green lanes,
- feel sometimes like a figurehead
- scanning sea and sky
- my Janus face to land and sea.
- Islands give themselves to those who let them.
- I could never find a new place now
- but then, not ever
- and though I feel for other places,
- when sea small-washes over me
- I am driftwood flung ashore and beached again.
Boundaries here are fixed, horizons limitless.

-
-
“Unquestionably one of
our most urgent contemporary voices.”
Damian Walford Davies
- Play me something riverine
- about eels, the fistful of cables
- slipping from the engineer’s
- hands, rubberised against the shock of the
- charge that sends them quivering
- upstream to enter every orifice
- of a sheep snagged by its woolly
- jumper on an alder, the roomy
- skull and ribcage a shanty home
- for a while; you don’t knock there
- for a welcome from eyes that see only
- prey, from jaws that can only snap
- shut on life; let’s tiptoe away
- to admire the glitter of the shallows
- where the old ferry used to be,
- hauled on a steel rope from bank to
- bank like a weary shuttle.
-
If I can climb
-
over the backs of my brothers and sisters
-
to the hands manhandling this cage
- I’ll tear them to red confetti
- for a blood wedding;
- pity is a word thrown overboard
by Noah;
- It tasted good,
said the lips of the shark.
-
-

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-
What we want to
discern is summed up in one word: vocation and calling. As I said, one
word. Canon Lynley smiles, breathes deeply
and blows, points to a jumble of words, the last one: VOCATION.
In the library, books shed dust
like unread words from parchment skins, the Canon nods his white-haired
head, asks to its beat, You’re how old, dear?
From the sinking springs of an
ancient chair I say I’m twenty-four.
And can you relate to
adults, dear? His smile is cherubic. He nods and nods and finally
adds, Surely you’d be better off at home—having babies, dear.
The final test, to assess my
spiritual growth, is a single question at dusk: Do you have a sense of
humour, dear?
Odious to the inhabitants
I wake to a distant tapping
sound. Evening: a sodden Saturday in a grey November. I stretch and
listen, follow the beat upstairs to where a rupture in the ceiling seeps
water onto satinwood. I stare in stupor, rouse and fetch a bucket. The
builder says we have a year before the roof beams split.
Rob says, You’d better have a word with your God.
Our Mole is born, rooting and black-haired.
A Christmas boy.
At college I’m given a room of
my own to work on my thesis in feminist theology. Just me and Mole and all
the students’ wives who come each morning to my study, also known as ‘the
designated nappy changing room’.
I dread the smell of faeces in the morning.

‘I want to suck your bones and wrap them in my
skin. I want to kiss your liver and stroke your eyeballs.’
I conclude my letter by putting
my initial and then three kisses. Three is a very important number. It
means: me, Mum and Dad; it means the number of years that Paul has been in
a coma; it means the years I’ve been waiting to be caught.
Three—it’s the magic number.
Also, Miss Cross—Carol—was born
on the third of November. It’s a shame it wasn’t March, like me, really,
then it could be the third of the third. I still don’t know what year, but
the fine mist of wrinkles around her mouth suggests that she is a child of
the seventies. Still, she looks good for her age.
Anyway, the letter.
I find a deep blue envelope
lurking in the bottom of my bag, ready. I take a silver pen and quiver
‘Miss Cross’ in romantic writing across the smooth paper.
I wonder if her skin feels like this?
No, I imagine her skin like the
silver of my pen—fine, iridescent. I imagine it glowing by lamplight. I
imagine her nipples. They will be burnt pink like brick. And hard and soft
in one moment.
Bollocks, the silver has
splodged over the envelope, and worse, my trousers are tight with my
fantasies. At least I am alone in the classroom. I take the red paper from
the ruined envelope and sigh. The red paper and the blue envelope didn’t
look right together anyway. And I want her to see unity in the way the
envelope—well, envelops the deep vermilion paper.
Although I think she knows what I want even though I code
it.
We are looking for submissions
to an anthology of sequences – written as poetry (all styles and subjects
welcome) or prose poetry. Your sequence should contain between 3 and 12
poems/prose poems, each of up to 40 lines or 250 words for prose
poems.
The aim of this anthology is to
showcase a substantial piece of work from each of the selected poets and
to feature a poetry form that is often hard to place with publishers.
You may submit as many sequences
as you wish, and those chosen will appear in a new Cinnamon anthology:
Sequences to be published in late 2011,
co-edited by Rowan and Jan Fortune-Wood.
Due to the huge popularity of
the submission calls we are charging a small administration fee. This will
help us pay for the time of someone to collate email addresses and send
responses etc. This is a small, one off fee per person, not per sequence
so you do not have to pay for the number of sequences you send. The fee is
£2 payable via Paypal (which will convert other currencies) or you can
send a cheque to ‘Cinnamon Press’ (sterling only) with a note of your name
and the title of your submission.
The deadline for submissions is:
15th May 2010. Due to high volume of submissions received we will not be
able to extend this.
Each sequence must contain
between 3 and 12 poems/prose poems, each of up to 40 lines in length or
250 words for prose poems.
Sequences can be on any subject
and you may send several sequences, but please submit them attached to
ONE email with each sequence attached as a word document
using a .doc or .rtf format (so, for example, if you are sending three
sequences you will be sending one email with three attachments).
All submissions must be via email. We are not accepting hard
copy submissions.
There is an admin fee of £2 per
person (this covers as many sequences as you would like to send provided
they are in one email).
Submit pieces
to both Rowan Fortune-Wood – rowan@cinnamonpress.com and Jan
Fortune-Wood – jan@cinnamonpress.com with
‘sequences anthology’ in the subject line.
In the body of the email please type your name and
location.
Please ensure your virus protection is up to date.
We hope to inform everyone who
has sent a submission of which pieces will be included in the anthology by
late October 2010. Please ensure that you inform us if your email address
changes after sending the submission.
The decisions of the editors are final.
All those whose work is selected will receive a
complimentary copy of the anthology.
As the New Year gets underway
lots of writers are planning some time away to nurture their craft.
Courses from Cinnamon Press are a great way to bring energy and commitment
to your writing and this year we have three fantastic courses to choose
from; one for women writers and two for that are open to all writers,
including the chance to combine your writing with a fabulous holiday in
the Mediterranean mountains in France.
With dates in April, June and
November, fantastic venues, wonderful food and great tuition we hope you
will be able to join us for one of the courses with Cinnamon Press founder
and editor, Jan Fortune-Wood and enjoy a week of creative writing
workshops, individual mentoring and inspiration in the company of a small
group of committed writers. Choose the course that suits you and give your
writing a boost in 2010.
The workshops will focus on
making your writing come to life, whether you are working on fiction or
poetry. We will explore starting points, imagery and structure and ways of
bringing precision and vividness to your language. Each group will be
limited in size to allow plenty of time for mentoring sessions. There will
also be opportunities to workshop each others’ work and to share work in
progress as well as time to write, relax and explore the beautiful
locations.
Jan Fortune-Wood has
taught creative writing for the Open College of Art, The Writer’s House,
the Arvon Foundation (tutoring both adults and teenagers), Women on Tour
writing courses in Spain and does mentoring work as part of the
co-operative, Triskele Writes. Jan is a qualified teacher and member of
the National Association of Writers in Education and Academi’s Writers on
Tour scheme. Her books include novels , A Good Life, Dear
Ceridwen and The Standing Ground and poetry, Particles
of Life and Stale Bread and Miracles, a prose poetry
collection which she recently performed at a reading with poet laureate,
Carol Ann Duffy. She is currently working on a poetry sequence exploring
emotions through landscape and architecture of an abandoned slate mining
village, Tŷ Schrödinger and a novel that ranges across three
generations and two continents exploring issues of metamorphosis and
identity, I’m Still Here.

In a beautiful North
Wales farm house near Llanberis, Snowdonia. Accommodation is in a range of
twin and single-occupancy rooms, with all rooms en suite. There’s a large
kitchen, living rooms plus an extra dining room. The area is stunning with
walks all around,
April 24th – 30th—a spring writing break to galvanize your
writing for 2010.
There’s a sliding scale depending on room, allocated on
first come first served basis. The large single-occupancy doubles with en
suite are £540; there is a single-occupancy bunk room with en suite at
£510 and twin-rooms, also with en suite, at £490 per person. The price
includes food (we will share the cooking for the week using easy recipes
and wonderful vegetarian ingredients); accommodation and all tuition.
This is a course for serious women writers at a range of
levels with limited places available to maximise contact time and
attention to individual work.
Send a non-refundable deposit of £100 to ‘Jan
Fortune-Wood’ with booking form downloadable at www.cinnamonpress.com (or email
Jan for a the form as an attachment – jan@cinnamonpress.com) Balance due
by Friday 9th April (can be paid in installments up to the payment date)
This course has only one place available (a single
occupancy double), so act fast.

Where? In the tranquil and nurturing
environment of Gardoussel Retreat, a magical oasis of calm in one of the
most beautiful and untouched parts of France, the mountains at St Andre de
Valborgne, 1 hour from Nimes and 2 hours from Montpelier. Accommodation is
in a range of single-occupancy rooms (unless you request sharing). Meals
are delicious, home-made, organic and vegetarian. The area is stunning
with walks all around.
Sat 19th – Sat
26th June 2010.
The cost for accommodation (everyone will have their own
room unless requested otherwise or you bring a non-writing partner), all
meals and tuition is £580. There is also the opportunity to bring a
non-writing partner at a cost of £430 for accommodation and all meals. The
area has plenty to explore and the centre can offer a range of massages
and Ayurvedic consultations at extremely reasonable prices.
There are various ways to get to Gardoussel. The fastest,
simplest option is to fly to Nimes from Stansted or Luton (just outside
London), or Liverpool, then share a taxi or travel up by bus (see below).
Eurostar runs a train service from London or Paris to Avignon or Nîmes;
you can then take a bus to St Jean du Gard. We can help to organise taxi
shares and are happy to collect you from the village of St Andre de
Valborgne and bring you to Gardoussel. Once the group has booked we will
liaise to help co-ordinate travel arrangements.
This is a family-run retreat and
guests share in the life of the place while there. Guests help by lending
a hand after mealtimes – clearing up afterwards and washing the dishes -
stocking the wood burning stoves with logs (in winter or cold nights),
caring for their rooms and looking after the communal living spaces. In
reality, this requires about 20 minutes a day of each guest’s time.
This is a course for writers at a range of levels. There
are only eight writer places available to maximise contact time and
attention to individual work. Non-writing partners also welcome at a
reduced rate.

October 30th – November 5th —a winter break to breathe new
life into your writing.
There’s a sliding scale depending on room, allocated on
first come first served basis. The large single-occupancy doubles with en
suite are £540; there is a single-occupancy bunk room with en suite at
£510 and twin-rooms, also with en suite, at £490 per person. The price
includes food (we will share the cooking for the week using easy recipes
and wonderful vegetarian ingredients), accommodation and all tuition.
This is a course for serious
writers at a range of levels with limited places available to maximise
contact time and attention to individual work.
Send a non-refundable deposit of £100 to ‘Jan
Fortune-Wood’ with booking form downloadable at www.cinnamonpress.com (or email
Jan for a the form as an attachment – jan@cinnamonpress.com) Balance due
by Friday 1 st October (can be paid in installments up to the payment
date)

TriskeleWrites is a fantastic
new venture offering a range of services for writers who want to improve
their craft. TriskeleWrites has been set up by three practising writers,
editors and tutors: Gail Ashton; Jan Fortune-Wood and Susan Richardson, to
offer manuscript appraisals, mentoring services to writers, creative
writing courses and specialist packages for those who want to self publish
their work.
If you want to know more please see www.triskelewrites.co.uk
or email info@triskelewrites.co.uk
(formerly
Competitions Bulletin) lists all the latest writing competitions and
opportunities in six issues each year. A free sample of a back issue can
be emailed as a pdf file. Details of around 250,000 pounds in prize money
each issue. At least 50 competitions for poetry, around 40 for short
stories. Plus collections, anthologies, playwriting, nonfiction, books
etc. Now in longer 32 page format. Only £3 per issue; 6 issues: £18;
Cheques to Carole Baldock: 17 Greenhow Avenue, West Kirby, Wirral CH48 5EL
carolebaldock@hotmail.com www.kudoswritingcompetitions.co.uk
The Ceridwen Centre in rural
Carmarthenshire has a range of literature events in March. Deborah Rey
will be launching her novel on Friday 12th, there’s a Murder Mystery
evening on Saturday 13th 7:30pm followed by a crime writing workshop with
award winning crime writer Sally Spedding on Sunday 14th 10-5pm. And
between all of that Saturday 13th from 10 -5pm is a
writers’ day. Kate Noakes will be leading a workshop, “Taking a word for a
walk” and Cinnamon editor Jan Fortune-Wood will be leading a workshop on
writing for teen readers, based on her novel The Standing
Ground. Stay overnight in the Centre to combine a series of
fantastic events. Full details at http://www.ceridwencentre.co.uk/
Once again Ruth O’Callaghan has
organised poetry events in Camden and Tavistock Square in support of the
cold weather shelters – a chance to hear talented small press poets, read
at open mics and submit work for the annual anthology.
The Camden
dates for 2010 are all the first Friday of the month EXCEPT April
(Mar 5th; April 16th; May 7th; June 4th; July 2nd; Sept 3rd;
Oct. 1st; Nov. 5th and Dec. 3rd. Trinity United Reform Church, 1 Buck St,
Camden Town, 2 minutes Camden Town tube. Proceeds to the Cold Weather
Shelter for the Homeless.
Camden March 5th Ruth O'Callaghan presents
Dark Age Press poets, John Gohorry & Ian Harrow.
The dates for the Lumen
events (88 Tavistock Place, WC1 H9RT, Tubes: Russell Square or
Kings Cross. Doors open 6.30 for 7pm are second Tuesdays of the
month: Mar. 9th; April 13th; May 11th; June 8th;
July 13th; Sept 14th; Oct 12th; Nov. 9th and Dec 14th.
March 9th Ruth O'Callaghan
presents Jane Elizabeth Martin Memorial Entry to events is £4/£3.
Wine.
is a monthly poetry and spoken word series
co-curated by Ivy Alvarez and Mab Jones. It provides a showcase for
electric experimentation and lively risk-taking through poetry, with
exciting and uncommon pairings between poets and spoken word artists.
Harnessing this electricity to
generate and foster a new creative energy in Cardiff, Poetry on Tap takes
place on a laid-back Sunday afternoon right in the middle of Cardiff,
upstairs at The Promised Land on Windsor Place, just off Queen Street. £4
entry or £2 for open mic readers. Supported by Academi.
was created to bring
contemporary Welsh poets together with their peers from Elsewhere.
Saturday 6th March 7.30pm Brian Patten & Ann
Drysdale
Saturday 3rd April 7.30pm A
Celebration of Dannie Abse: with Cary Archard Tony Curtis, Elaine
Feinstein, Lynne Hjelmgaard, Chris Meredith, Owen Sheers & Wynn
Thomas
Drill Hall, Lower Church Street,
Chepstow, Monmouthshire, South Wales NP16 5HJ. bar, book stall. All
Tickets £12.00 (£10 concessions)