Check This Out: In Brigantia

This is an online interview with writer Linda about my new book In Brigantia

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It’s raining authors around the blog! Today, the amazing Andrew Murray (or Andy as many of you who know him and follow his blogs, City Jackdaw and Coronets For Ghosts, call him) is here to talk about his latest poetry collection, In Brigantia. (His first was Heading North, which we talked about here.)

  

Stick around after the interview to learn about a giveaway of this collection. Now, let’s talk to Andy.

El Space: Four quick facts about yourself?
Andy: Thank you! (1) I’m (at least) the fifth generation of Murray born in Manchester.
(2) My favourite place is Orkney.

 

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(3) A big Whovian, I once stumbled across a scene being filmed for the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary episode, and was totally unaware of it until it aired on TV.
(4) My dreams begin while I’m still awake.

El Space: Please…

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Where My Great Grandfather Lies

The location is only recently discovered. An unmarked grave, a place where he has lay since succumbing finally to the gas that ravaged and burned his airways and lungs. Effects that would have thwarted any joyful, loving, homecoming.

New Year’s Eve, 1919. The day that the year would have trembled on the edge of extinction, dragged that wheezing, gasping man with it.

The world moved on to new beginnings.

Today, the ground is just the ground, unremarkable, undisclosed. The air is dank and cold, resonant with stirring echoes that insinuate images and moments that the imagination seizes and runs with.

A broken woman holds a young girl’s hand, their emotions fluid and merging, seeping deep into the soil.

The seasons pass, the earth turns, the girl grows into a woman who now holds the hand of another girl, a chain link of affected generations.

The original woman now shares the space with the man, beneath their feet. Black lace married to khaki for eternity.

This later woman lays flowers on the anonymous spot, watched by the girl who swallows her questions, then they both wander away to visit another, freshly festering, sore.

The girl glances back once as they near the chapel, sees me, distant, taking my turn.

Devoid of crosses, I leave this marker, small and consumed, in this place that has anchored fatherless girls to stare at an empty spot, while daring to contemplate alternative worlds.

I depart this ground with a solemn promise, and the autumn leaves gently circle, dancing to time’s capricious tune.

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Do You Write Dark Short Stories Or Poetry?

For all you poets and storytellers out there who feel you could contribute to a collection on Scandinavian Folklore. I’ve been accepted-give it a go!

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I’ve recently established a publishing company with some good friends of mine in Norway – NordLand Publishing. We are currently putting together the first book in a series of anthologies entitled The Affinity Series. The first book in this series focuses on Scandinavian Folklore, and we are looking for poetry and prose submissions on this theme.

The final deadline for submissions is October 2nd…so if you think you can conjure up a tale in that time and get it sent in, please do!! On a personal note, I would be extremely grateful. As my friends will know, establishing a publishing company has been a dream of mine for a very long time, and I really, really want (and need) to see Nordland succeed.

For more information and links to our website, head on over to the Facebook page and if you are feeling particularly kind, please share…

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