ANNOUNCING the line-up for Time and Tide

This is it! the final selection. It’s a complex process involving a lot of people making decisions, and there’s a way to go yet as we need to secure funding, but! here they are – congratualtions to all our poets, singers, authors and film-makers.

How do tides affect our lives? How has that changed through history?

Making a living on or by the sea – fishermen and pirates, wreckers and dockers – making a new life across the sea – escaping pograms and wars, and the endlessly travelling – to paddlers and wild swimmers.

Follow the links to individual venues for each lineup.

Clydebank

Greenwich

Hastings

Holyhead

Lisbon

Maryport

Peterhead

All performances take place on 21st December 2019, and anything physically written down will be published in the anthology Time and Tide

NSSW celebration competition Result

Stop voting. Your time is up.

The Winner is Story 5, by Viv Cooper.

Thanks also to Kate Murray, James Holden, Calum Kerr, Ann Macaulay, David Gullen, Audrey Morgan, Ronnie Lloyd and ‘Lizard Yoga’ for your contributions, and to everyone who voted.

Valentine’s Love Poetry Competition – results

Aside

Ok, I give in, you don’t like poetry. Seven poems and seven votes. Useful feedback I guess.

The winner is Peter Cooper, with his poem Ode on Your Sixtieth Birthday. Congratulations Peter, your book will be in the post tomorrow.

Zelda Rhiando is our runner-up with Will You, Won’t You, Well?  Zelda, congratulations, and your badge will be on its way as soon as I have contacted you for a postal address. Thanks to the other contributors – if you would like your names appended to your work now, please let me know!

London Lies Flash Fiction Winner

Firstly, thank you to our three authors for taking part, and thanks also to the more than 500 people who voted.

And the results are (in reverse order)

Runners Up:
Chris House (untitled, but refered to here as Shaggy Dog) 1.09%
Janis Pegrum Smith (Claim to Fame)  35.4%

And the clear winner:
Viv Cooper (Screaming)  63.5%

Congratulations Viv. If you would all like to contact us with your addresses we will post your copy of London Lies or your London Liar badge to you.

the winning entry is repeated here for those of you who missed it.

Screaming

The boy was spoilt. You could tell that straight away. His dad told everyone how bored he got, how bright he seemed, how gifted he was.

He was unbearable. At the riverside café where we sat, he was noisily re-enacting the Iraq War. When the food was finally brought, he shouted for bigger burgers, fizzier pop.

He was running down the stone steps to the Thames. He’d tired of planning the Third World War and was now splashing into the water, calling out to his parents to look, look, look!

And he was screaming, probably because there was no one now he could pretend to bomb.

Then the screams became words.

“There’s a shark! Mom, there’s a shark in here!”

He screamed with the full force of his lungs. He screamed to make the sky echo. He screamed to make the clouds shiver. Heads turned to look at the child-rippled water; tongues clicked in disapproval at the irresponsible parents.

“What a liar!” people muttered. “There are no sharks in the Thames.”

Oblivious, the loving mother brought her camera to the water’s edge and filmed her brave son.

Oblivious, the loving father smirked proudly.

The boy screamed. He screamed to make the river cower. He screamed to make the birds cry.

Still the mother filmed. Still the father smirked.

The dark water was the first warning. From up in the café, onlookers could see the change in the colours, hear the difference in his screams. Through a viewfinder though, sounds that should terrify seem entertaining; colours that should alarm look artistic.

Only a sudden silence could pierce the proud parental insouciance, could make the mother stop filming.

It was only then that they realised that their lovely, clever, noisy son had not just been screaming but, weed-mangled and reed-pinioned, drowning.
© Viv Cooper