Audio recordings from Departures Launch

Thanks to everyone who came along to celebrate the launch of Departures at Brockley Brewery last night, it is so lovely to have a packed venue!

And huge thanks to the readers for instilling such passion and humour into their readings, and to the Brewery for hosting us.

Normally I video everything, but in the heat of the moment I didn’t hit the record button till part way through, so there are only audio recordings for the first two readings, massive apologies to David Mathews and Sarah Lawson for that, but the recordings are good.

David Mathews

Here’s David reading Midday Bus

 

and Sarah reading Through SecuritySarah Lawson

More tomorrow, with actual videos…

You can buy a copy of Departures from our webshop

 

Story Cities at Old Royal Naval College day 2

Rather delayed (by crowdfunding mainly) here is audio of our second outing at ORNC’s bowling alley. A little echoey!

Readings from Nic Vine, Rosamund Davies, Cherry Potts, Shamini Sriskandarajah of their own stories and some by other people too – Catherine Jones, David Mathews, Rob Walton and Steven Wingate.

Rosamund reads You Stand in the Secret Place by Steve Wingate

Cherry Reads Backwater by David Mathews

Shamini reads Coffee

Nic reads Go Directly to Go by Rob Walton

Cherry Reads Lost and Found by Catherine Jones

Rosamund reads The Right Place

Cherry reads Foundation Myth

Nic reads Tech Down

Bespoke short story – crowd fund reward

Pledge £60 or more in our crowd fund to raise cash for Noon and receive a bespoke story from David Mathews

David

Here’s the deal – commission David to write something tailored for a friend or a loved one for, say, a Christmas pressie? 1000 words. David needs three weeks’ notice. One week to write and two to edit, with your input if you want it. Printed and Bound. Copyright stays with David, but you can distribute widely.
David has been published by us several times, and was one of the winners of the 1st Solstice Shorts competition, with his brilliantly funny Wednesday Afternoons.

There is only 1 of these on offer, get it while it is still available!

This was a popular reward last year!

Dusk: Authors already published by Arachne Press

Inevitably, when you make a call out for submissions you get a fair few from people you’ve already worked with. Here are links to the author-page for authors we have already worked with.

Rosalind Stopps One Two Three, One Two Three, Lancaster, Rossendale

Pippa Gladhill

Pippa Gladhill In-Between Dog, Inverness, Warkleigh

David

David Mathews Flick’ring Shadows, Nottingham

Math Jones Yes, Twilight, Greenwich

Rob Walton

Rob Walton Words On Paper, Carlisle

Bespoke story from David Mathews – DUSK Crowd Fund Reward

Pledge £60 or more in our crowd fund to raise cash for DUSK and receive a bespoke story from David Mathews

David

Here’s the deal – commission David to write something tailored for a friend or a loved one for, say, a Christmas pressie? 1000 words. David needs three weeks’ notice. One week to write and two to edit, with your input if you want it. Copyright stays with David, but you can distribute widely.
David has been published by us several times, and was one of the winners of the 1st Solstice Shorts competition, with his brilliantly funny Wednesday Afternoons.

There are only 2 of these on offer, get them while they are available!

#Arachne5 Wednesdays will never be the same again

Carrie Cohen reads part of David MathewsWednesday Afternoons from Solstice Shorts, Sixteen Stories about Time at our #Arachne5 fifth anniversary party. She is keen to read the whole thing somewhere, soon.

David

Carrie Cohen

Catch Carrie’s next gig with us.

#Arachne5 David Mathews: How writing saved me

As part of our Arachne 5th Anniversary celebrations, we’ve asked all of our authors to come up with a blog, that might have something to do with writing or anniversaries. Some of them responded! This one is from  David Mathews whose work we have published in Solstice Shorts: sixteen stories about Time, Liberty Tales and Shortest Day, Longest Night.

No animals were harmed in the making of this blog!

How writing saved me

Our neighbour had been a pest for five years. We disagreed about our shared boundary. To be exact, she disagreed with us, with the land registry, three surveyors, anyone with a gram of common sense and even her own lawyer. She insisted, ‘I can just go on and on.’

The evening of her latest infuriation, a TV crime drama took me to the laboratory of the pathologist, this obligatory scene presenting a row of knives. Which best made a similar wound?

The knife nearest the camera had a wooden handle of singular shape and the slight curve overall that denotes an Opinel. A number 8. My knife.

In France Opinels and the like are common in shop windows and on market stalls. There is no moral panic about knives; your right to carry the means to cut bread or sausage is assumed. My knife comes with me on a walk or a picnic. Bon appetit.

How the TV crime was solved I forget. It failed to distract me from our neighbour’s latest infuriation, but it intruded images of the various kitchen knives I had used lately, and the drill, the saw, the angle grinder, the hammer and chisel, scissors, and corkscrew. It had me reflecting how I had chopped logs; how I had stored items in the freezer, the attic and the boot of our car, and disposed of sacks at the recycling depot; how I had dug and filled a hole in the garden with concrete. My mind gauged the keenness of points and edges, the weight of a blow and the capaciousness of containers.

There was butchery in my family. It had been my grandfather’s trade.

A book, a jigsaw, a crossword, conversation and a bath failed to soothe me. I turned to writing. A cat seemed the thing, a sentimental tale of being lost and found, or heart-warmingly saving the life of a child.

I began nine times. I called the cat Tiddles, Fluffy, Blackie, Paws, Tiger, Puss, Kitty, Ginger and Smokey, but each time something intervened to turn the sweetness to mayhem. It was not the cat whose life was lost each time. Rather, each incarnation of cat became complicit in the death of … well, mice and voles at first, a dog, a horse, then Johnson and Gove in a pact scarcely stranger than truth, my old foe Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, Julius Caesar yet again, Kitty having been Brutus’s cat.

Only in the darkest hour did the impaling of Smokey on a boundary post drive me to take bloody revenge on our tiresome neighbour.

I slept soundly and long.

COME to the 5th anniversary party, 8th Sept it’s free (but ticketed)

Shortest Day Longest Night on Tour Oxford Recordings

We had a bit of a technologically challenged evening at Albion Beatnik. I won’t go into the whys and wherefores but there’s no video, no photos and the sound recording cut out temporarily too.

Here’s what I managed to salvage!

All but the first few words of Wendy Gill reading A Little Favour

Sarah James reading At the Hotel de la Lune

Pauline Walker reading Left of Earth, Right of Venus

A tiny bit of David Mathews reading Mouse

David Steward reading The Cutty Wren

You can catch us on tour Sat 14/01/2017 3pm  Wivenhoe Library, High Street Wivenhoe, Essex
Stories: Rosalind Stopps, Cherry Potts, David Steward, Katy Darby, Poem: Lisa Kelly

Buy the book: Shortest Day, Longest Night

Help us crowdfund for the rest of the tour and the next books

Shortest Day, Longest Night TOUR starts in Oxford

That’s TOMORROW, folks…Friday 7.30 06/01/2017

At Albion Beatnik in Walton Street
Line Up:

 Sarah James Cut Short, and At the Hotel de la Lune.
A family Sunday ritual changed for ever, and night in an hotel.

David Mathews Mouse
Grandmother, child, and pregnant mouse all seek shelter in a wood

Pauline Walker Left of Earth, Right of Venus
Mother searches space for grief striken daughter

David Steward The Cutty Wren
In the trenches, solstice 1916

Wendy Gill A Little Favour
A trust betrayed, a friendship destroyed

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Solstice Shorts Video: In the Gloaming

In the Gloaming, short story by David Mathews, read by Patsy Prince, and accompanied by Sarah Lloyd. BSL interpretation by Paul Michaels. The tunes played by Sarah are Neil Gow’s Lament and Bella Napoli.

This, and all the other stories and poems performed at the Solstice Shorts Festival are available in the book Shortest Day, Longest Night