When I was young I was aware that children were sold over the counter or even in the market place. I witnessed such a sale myself and I know of four relatives who were sold as children, isn’t that shocking! – Yong Pease Read all »
If you are a born sports person, you were no doubt born knowing the intricacies of all the popular sports but for newcomers like me, it can be a bit confusing. So, after four years of watching The Six Nations rugby with fascination and bafflement, I thought I’d put together a quick guide to the game, as it appears to an outsider: Read all »
This Article started life entitled Thinking Beats Recycling, then it was renamed Little People, now it’s called Intellectual Evolution. Having failed to find a magazine that wants to publish it, I thought I’d put it here under my newly inaugurated ‘Old Witch’ category, just in case anyone is in this mood… Read all »
How To be a Successful writer in the modern world - an article by Kay Green, first published in The New Writer, autumn 2007, including a discussion with Rob Woods, Hastings Town Centre Manager. Read all »
Light in the Shade: Selected Short Stories by Pam Eaves
Published by Circaidy Gregory Press Read all »
wormwood, earth and honey
selected poems by Catherine Edmunds
Catherine Edmunds, known around the web as delph_ambi, has appeared in a wide range of publications both electronic and paper. Her reputation is on the up, and Circaidy Gregory are very lucky to be presenting her first solo collection. Here are some of the review comments we have received… Read all »
Amongst the squash courts and practice nets at Horntye Sports Centre in Hastings is the Decoda Music Gym, an area designed for experimenting and playing with music and movement. Read all »
So where have we got to with fairytales for little people? I grew up in an era that was all for innovation and modernity, with a strong feminist input, so the Brothers Grimm were pretty much off the menu.
Look, here she comes now, bustling into the village square like a ship in full sail. A silly old woman you may think, if you’re fooled by the once-glamorous shawl stretched across her bosom and the layers of petticoats festooned around her unguessable form.
It had been like falling into a vat of tar. He’d been distracted by the girls’ bewitching voices, and while he listened, the thick, heavy blackness had swallowed him – slowly, lazily. Read all »
