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Issue # 4 May 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Andrea Pring was born in Northern Ireland and raised in England. She graduated from the University of Plymouth with a BSc in Ecology in 2002 and two years later from the University of Exeter with a Postgraduate Certificate in Education. During her twenties she travelled to Australia and lived for several years in the US where she began to contemplate a career in writing. It wasn't until she developed the serious neuro-immune disease, myalgic encephalomyelitis in her late thirties and found herself housebound and often bedbound, that she began writing with gusto. Currently she is working on her first book of poems, To Die for My Art, a work that encapsulates the essence of nineteenth and twentieth century art and recreates its vitality in words.

Andrea Pring

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Home Song

it is always perfectly formed
this image – this memory
ensconced in sunlight
dripping in misty morning

standing on the edge of the valley
my eyes follow the line of the trees
as they lollygag their rise to the top
and the yellow belly of the meadowlark
meanders across my daydream – again
like a much-loved vinyl record
that is fated to return to the old melody
over the old scratch in the old groove