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

Bio


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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Sand Man

Use your senses;
try to memorize the scene
– don't forget the mood
or the smell of his skin.
Calculate the angle of the sun
at the exact moment he sighs.
Is the ammophila swaying?
Are the sands shifting?
Listen to the wind
as it whistles across the dunes,
let it play a strain on your string.
Hold up your hand
and see the sunflecks through your fingers –
let them dazzle you for a second.
Commit his taste to memory
as the wild birds scream.