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Lorna

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MySpace Layouts Hello, I am a writer of fiction & that rare medium the 'short story'. I am also training to use creative writing in a theraputic way (MA), to help people get in touch with their inner narratives and share their stories with others. I love live music, and think James Morrisson is a bit of a phenomenon! I also like anything from Led Zeppelin, soul, blues, to swing or classical. I think Will Self is brilliant and Irvine Welsh is amazing, I love the Earnest Hemingway school of writing/reading where so much lurks under the surface of the words. I also paint as a hobby with water colour, here is an example:And I am learning how to fish!

My Interests

Vodka,interesting conversation, walking bare foot under stars and the inevitable search for perfection and painting fairies:

I'd like to meet:

Any one with something interesting to say on writing, life or the unusual, & people who think they would like to be a character in a novel? Or other artists?

Music:

James Morrisson, James Brown, Jimmy Page, Jamie Foxx, John Ledgend, Jack Johnson, Jose Gonzalez, (& thats just the 'Js')

Movies:

Leon, Fight club, Trainspotting, Snatch, Lock Stock, Fifth element, Pulp fiction, African Queen, Alien, Shawshank, Seven, When we were kings, Ray, Nil by mouth, The great escape (he will make it)pitch black

Television:

Bushcraft, River Cottage, Nigella Bites old films and ice cream.

Books:

Hills Like White Elephants Hemingway, 1984 Orwell, Time Travellers wife Niffenieger, Birthday letters Ted Hughes, The collector Fowles,Lord of the rings Tolkien, Seven Tales of Sex & Death Patricia Duncker, Dead Girls Nancy Lee, The chorus girl Chekhov, The overcoat Gogol, The Birthday present Pat Callifia, Chocolat Joanne Harris, Girl with a pearl earing Tracy Chevalier, Skin Tobias Hill, The Great Gatsby F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Room of one's own Virginia Woolf, Anything by Gertrude Stein or Katherine Mansfield.

Heroes:

Steve McQueen, Jimmy Page, Robert Deniro, Jean Reno, Humphrey Bogart, Stephen Gerrard,

My Blog

Beast

You step out of your dress         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         . ..
Posted by Lorna on Wed, 23 May 2007 06:14:00 PST

The Texture of Rye

Skylight eyes the colour of spaded earth, Chromogen filled discs serving intellect, The rebut of lids like mental home blinds, Jubilant gelation in twin orbit, Disguising extragalactic showers, D...
Posted by Lorna on Thu, 17 May 2007 01:25:00 PST

Kodak

We were clockwork automata, you and I Both dutiful in our performance     You were a black and chrome cannon I was a monochrome girl.     Go get 'David Bailey' his lunch is ready...
Posted by Lorna on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 09:11:00 PST

In your shoes

Steps hurt my heel bone Leather digs a home In my Achilles, No rubbing eases The indentations, Bunion affliction Pouches hang hollow Nearer the big toe, Worn thin from chaffing Big steps not pige...
Posted by Lorna on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 09:30:00 PST

Nocturne

  In divan, I keep company          ;                     ...
Posted by Lorna on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 06:54:00 PST

Sod it!

Sod it, Sod it all Sod the crows, the magpies and swans Sod our hearts beating as one Sod the beach walks and sunsets over sea Sod the Mateus drank from me Sod love at first sight Sod butterflies and ...
Posted by Lorna on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 02:40:00 PST

Why I hate groups

I'm outside in groups & inside out groups? I'm a round peg in a square pigeonhole, Bo-peep's lost sheep dressed in wolf's rigmarole, I'm in the 'cap fits but face doesn't' group.     ...
Posted by Lorna on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 08:15:00 PST

Trace

I look for sign on leaf littered flooring Poke fingers in holes, brush aside lichen Searching the ground for small broken twig-lets For impressions of a passing step   Did you pass?   Once...
Posted by Lorna on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 02:32:00 PST

A nightmares mantle

It is at times like this, when I am scared The dark has foul shapes and the night is Filled with catastrophic enemies. I am Too singular to protect my babies This is when I need you, and yet This i...
Posted by Lorna on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 08:34:00 PST

Brown Bread

I slice the crusts Off their bread, butter And smear each with jam. Pour milk into Blue mugs scribed With their name Place them on the tray Pick up the Towels and Tape Balance the white liquid Up t...
Posted by Lorna on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 03:35:00 PST