Thursday, November 23, 2017



I have been awarded a writing residency at AIR LE PARC! Very excited that I can spend time in the countryside of Southern France with the idea of looking at a historic landscape, the wine region, the environment especially its unique architecture.

http://www.airleparc.com/en/e-overAir.html

My Project 
The project is titled “Random” (prose poetry) a work that allows me freedom to choose subjects, objects or unknowns, wherever the muse strikes, thus giving the work a sense of freedom and liberation from theme.  Many poems are inspired by nature, the landscape or simple objects that are often overlooked. Ekphrastic poems also feature in the collection. The poems “Rugs" and "Canvas” are inspired by paintings by disabled artists. “Sklent” looks at old, ramshackle houses and is inspired by a painting titled Leaning Carriage House by Laurel Daniel.

Focus, Process, and Illustration
Currently, I have 40 poems (re-worked at times) and my goal would be to increase the collection to 70 poems. As part of this project, I place my work as a cross-cultural platform on Instagram (with links to Facebook and Blog). This is a way of connecting with other poets on a world scale, increasing an online readership and liaison. Currently I'm working towards these aims, and I am already following a great community of poets/ writers/ artists worldwide @ evangelynepoetry 


Monday, November 20, 2017



A Bottlebrush is not a Brush

More beautiful than a brush that goes inside a bottle. A bottlebrush is a bush, a single hot colour but not a scorpion. Its spikes are fronds, little sticky stamens of pollen, not ordinary but splendidly made. Spring bounces them into houses to spread inside walls - unordered among an order of photographs on coffee tables; windows reflect the wild spread of green leaves, red flowers, it could be Christmas.



Monday, November 13, 2017


Sunday


The faith was gone, but not the spirit. One Sunday I felt suffocated, among the darkened room of my home, the summer’s heat outside. I didn’t want to be with my friend anymore, so I moved my car, parked it under heavy trees along a lonely road. I walked back with the keys, a little deceptive. Everything changed when I opened my front door. The cautious atmosphere that I felt before, among thick draped curtains, crowded with dust, became a backdrop of forest and river. A gate opened without a lock, and across a field of sunflowers, foraging parrots were pretty in pink feather. A children’s playground in twisted Escher turns bespoke large green ladders to long blue holes. I was able to walk along feeling the tingle of new sounds, the hum of a busy road, and I knew when I drove home that Sunday night, I would sleep well and dream.




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