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@elisabethhewer
I'm sorry to say that my wonderful publisher for Wishing For Birds, Platypus Press, have closed their doors. This means the collection is no longer available to purchase anywhere. I'm currently looking into self-publishing it, but I have no idea where to start with typesetting or formatting a book or really anything to do with self publishing, so please bear with me while I try to figure this out (especially as I navigate getting married in a couple of weeks!).
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hey sorry to bother you but i really wanted to download the chapbooks that you have available on payhip but i can't seem to see the button to download them, just a section that says pay what you want that doesn't display a payment option (only a receive payment notification?) even if i change the dollar amount. am i just using payhip wrongly?
Thank you so much for letting me know about this! It's definitely not you â Payhip seems to have changed their method of taking payment without giving me any notice!
I had no Paypal or Stripe account connected and that now seems to be the only way of receiving payments. I've connected my Paypal account now and the Buy now/Add to cart buttons seem to be showing for me on the preview page, so I'm hoping they'll appear for you too.
Please do let me know if not! I'd be more than happy to send you PDF copies if you send me an email at [email protected].
someone called me alabaster and i just wanted it to be true. i wanted to be smooth and dauntless, more blue sky than comet. the panic sets in the first time you look at yourself in the mirror and realise you are not beautiful. it happened to me & i felt like space. i lost myself for years in the gaps between stars. my skin pockmarked, rosy, unmythological. i wanted to be venus de milo, new & astonishing under her sculptorâs hands. i wanted to be beautiful. i thought it would set me free.
â Elisabeth Hewer, âUnbecomingâ.
Hi! Your poems are absolutely lovely! I'm working on a few gifsets for an upcoming event in the witcher fandom and I wanted to ask if I could use a few snippets of some of your poems in them? I would link directly to your posts as well as credit you by @ in the caption.
Iâm so sorry for such a slow response, and Iâm so sorry for posting publicly, Tumblr is being appallingly annoying and not letting me answer you privately! First of all thank you from the bottom of my heart for asking, hardly anybody ever does so youâve made my whole day! And yes of course, please go ahead - I canât wait to see what you make đ
Please don't stop writing! Ur work is beautiful
Oh my goodness thank you so much! Donât worry, I donât intend to - I took a break at the end of last year after my novel didnât sell, but Iâm back now working at a new one. Itâs not the story I hoped Iâd be telling, but Iâm keeping everything crossed this one is more of a success!
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Small question. When you say "no reposts without permission" do you mean resubmitting your poems independently on other sites or also like linking directly to your blog or one of your poems through another site?
Thank you so much for asking! Linking to my posts or blog is completely fine, but Iâd much prefer people didnât repost/resubmit my poetry or posts anywhere else - itâs usually done without credit or a link to my blog and every time it happens it makes it that much harder for me to get recognition for my own work.
To my astonishment and delight, a short story I wrote about Noahâs wife and her daughters-in-law has been published by Eclectica Magazine. If you felt like checking it out, Iâd be very grateful!Â
Trigger warnings for pregnancy and abortion. Recommended for readers aged 16+ only.
Hi, so I came across a line from one of your poems, Wanting. Everything that I have found online indicates that this poem is in your collection Wishing for Birds, but I got the kindle edition and couldnât find it there. I have been looking, but havenât found it published anywhere else and was wondering if there was somewhere that I could read it?
Hey! Iâm so glad you liked the line â¤ď¸ I will be honest, I struggle to remember a lot of the poems in that collection since they were written over the course of a rather heady summer at a point in my university experience when I was not paying very much attention to myself or my life, so I canât recall that one Iâm afraid. The most likely answer is that itâs in the limited edition rerelease of the collection that came out with a new cover a year later for which I wrote 10 new poems. Unfortunately my copy of that limited edition collection is buried at the bottom of a lot of boxes in a storage unit I currently canât get into due to ye olde pandemic. However, Iâm more than happy for any follower who happens to have a copy to share the poem in its entirety - so please do reply or send it in if you have it, thanks everyone!
My short story Life Sentence is featured on The C Word magazine (completely free to read)!
A radio host called Kaye is forced to confront dark memories when a convicted murderer starts calling into her show.
Fellow writers, three of my friends from the MA I did in 2016/17 have recently set up an online magazine aimed at young people aged 11-18. In the future they hope to offer author interviews, book reviews, and so forth - but for now theyâre seeking fiction submissions for their first edition. If you have the time or perhaps a short story kicking about for that age group, would you consider sending something in to them? Itâs called Paperbound.
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IN THE DEEP / WHERE WHALES COME TO PRAY / WE MAKE OUR HOME
the kraken & the lighthouse keeper / a short chapbook about a lighthouse keeper in love with the waves and the abyssal horror who hears her singing.
Pay what youâre able here.Â
IN THE DEEP / WHERE WHALES COME TO PRAY / WE MAKE OUR HOME
the kraken & the lighthouse keeper / a short chapbook about a lighthouse keeper in love with the waves and the abyssal horror who hears her singing.
Pay what youâre able here.Â
I hope youâre all doing okay in this scary environment. Iâm working on a little chapbook to hopefully provide something to read if youâre stuck at home and looking for new reading materials.Â
Winter Sale!
We have a few copies of the original versions of the following books for sale:
Wishing for Birds (limited edition version) by @elisabethhewer Howling at the Moon by @darshanasuresh Prelude to Light by @venettaoctavia
The books are $10 / âŹ8 / ÂŁ6 each (shipping included).
Email us at: [email protected] if youâre interested (or message us on here).
REND ME INSIDE, REND ME OUT / CALL ME BY YOUR FATHERâS NAME.
c o m e t h e d e v i l / a chapbook about what happens when three teenage girls summon the Devil to their tiny town to enact revenge on those whoâve wronged them. a story of abuse, power, and blame told in twelve parts, mixed poetry and prose.
Pay what youâre able here.
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âFound scratched into the back of a chair: I recognise the DIVINITY within me. This is a year of unmaking. Of finding and then losing ourselves. Of learning not to look at ourselves head-on. If you just peek out of the corner of your eye, there is so much more to be interested in. So much less to be ashamed of. Here it comes: A February full of almosts, a springtime of never-weres. The year unrolling before us and the unready staccato of our pulses at our necks. Little gods inside us and each otherâs taste on our tongues. Your hand around mine like a fact, like itâs not the most impossible thing I could imagine. I recognise the DIVINITY within me. I burn it too.â
â Elisabeth Hewer, Knives, insp
For decades the leading nature writer has been collecting unusual words for landscapes and natural phenomenaâfrom aquabob to zawn. Itâs a lexicon we need to cherish in an age when a junior dictionary finds room for "broadband" but has no place for "bluebell."
I am wary of the dangers of fetishising dialect and archaism â all that mollocking and sukebinding Stella Gibbons spoofed so brilliantly in Cold Comfort Farm (1932). Wary, too, of advocating a tyranny of the nominal â a taxonomic need to point and name, with the intent of citing and owning â when in fact I perceive no opposition between precision and mystery, or between naming and not knowing. There are experiences of landscape that will always resist articulation, and of which words offer only a distant echo. Nature will not name itself. Granite doesnât self-identify as igneous. Light has no grammar. Language is always late for its subject. When I see a moon-bow or a sundog, I usually just say âWow!â or âHey!â Sometimes on a mountain, I look out across scree and corrie, srĂłn and lairig â and say nothing at all. But we are and always have been name-callers, christeners. Words are grained into our landscapes, and landscapes grained into our words.
Yet it is clear that we increasingly make do with an impoverished language for landscape. A place literacy is leaving us. A language in common, a language of the commons, is declining. Nuance is evaporating from everyday usage, burned off by capital and apathy. The substitutions made in the Oxford Junior Dictionary â the outdoor and the natural being displaced by the indoor and the virtual â are a small but significant symptom of the simulated screen life many of us live. The terrain beyond the city fringe is chiefly understood in terms of large generic units (âfieldâ, âhillâ, âvalleyâ, âwoodâ). It has become a blandscape. We are blasĂŠ, in the sense that Georg Simmel used that word in 1903, meaning âindifferent to the distinction between thingsâ.
