| A Crack Between the Worlds: Poems from the White Island Contributor(s): Hale, Robert (Editor), Vergés Coma, Pere (Illustrator) |
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ISBN: 8494963805 ISBN-13: 9788494963803 Publisher: Yabisa Gashouse OUR PRICE: $8.99 Product Type: Paperback Published: January 2019 |
| Additional Information |
| BISAC Categories: - Poetry | Anthologies (multiple Authors) - Poetry | European - General |
| Physical Information: 0.28" H x 6" W x 9" (0.41 lbs) 132 pages |
| Descriptions, Reviews, Etc. |
| Publisher Description: A collection of original poems from the "White Island". This book is Yabisa Gashouse's first anthology of original poetry, featuring seven poets, each with their own distinctive style, and a wealth of colourful, evocative, intriguing and thought-provoking verse about... oh, everything. Yabisa Gashouse is a project born in Ibiza from small gatherings of like-minded people reading poetry, playing music, and philosophising. |
Contributor Bio(s): Hale, Robert: - Robert Hale grew up in the south of England before seeking his fortune in foreign lands. His home now is on beautiful Eivissa with his beloved Clouds Woman, who keeps him grounded and disabuses him of any notion that he might be in any way perfect. He makes himself useful and earns a crust by providing health care to the local community. He loves to spend time walking the woods, cliffs and coastlines of his island home, and torturing some apology for music out of his mandolin. He loves solitude, bodies of water, forests, observing the beauty and the harshness of nature, and (quixotically) pondering the imponderable mysteries of life. Robert's poetry has been published in several respected poetry magazines.Verges Coma, Pere: - Born in Barcelona 1953 in the Garden of the Sun. The hands of the gardener were like the bark of the trees, the colour of the pine nuts in the clay pot. The magic of words and songs, the low tides and the pools, the master with the eyes of a hawk, faraway lands, the touch of those hands, happiness and pain, sunny days and heavy rain, the shattered doors of the temple, and this white island of today. Here where the enchanted gulls swirled over me in a heavenly dance turning their given screams into impossible choirs of musical bliss. |