01 Too Many Lies

06 My Own Healing

Музика: Алла Мартинюк та Таня Ша 
Вірші: Алла Мартинюк 
Хор та бек -вокал: Альона Львова та Олександр Кубишкін 
Аранжировка:. Таня Ша та Генадій Сідоров 
Зведення: Олег Татарчук. 
Студія запису та моя команда-:. Студия Кофеїн 

"Слава Герою" Master

Midsummer Night

Windmill Hill, Winchelsea, East Sussex at two o' clock in the morning on a summer night. 

Windmill Hill 2 - 2

A poem inspired by the discovery an abandoned boat beached on the shingle near Rye Harbour.

Abandoned Boat

A poem inspired by visiting Old Romney Church on Romney Marsh, Kent.

In Old Romney Church

A poem about the experience of watching gulls heading back towards the coast on a late summer evening.

Gulls Roosting

Hello World. 

Today, as I tried to settle back into the work I love, I realized that something else needed doing first. Because the other news is of course that my girl -  my amazing, incredible child has embarked on her new journey. As any parent new to this whole "empty nest" marlarkey can tell you, this is a very bittersweet process, an otherworldly trip through personally uncharted and strange waters. So today, before slipping into other characters and their lives and loves and dramas, I wanted to record a little love note to my girl. Of course, I couldn't choose, so today's is more a note to myself about the transition...and tomorrow's post will be for all those kiddos starting this crazy thing called the rest of their lives. 

And yes...that *is* Captain America TYVM. 




"To a Daughter Leaving Home," by Linda Pastan (read by Xe Sands)

GOING PUBLIC 04.26. 2013 The moon has ascended to the second part of the triple set from  the collection of poems about nature "LUNAR ECLIPSE" written by Peter Davey 

- recorded with permission of the author peterdavey2.wordpress.com for www.goingpublicproject.wordpress.com

1 In An Ancient Woods On Fawley Down 2 Grass Snake 3 Lunar Eclipse

In An Ancient Woods On Fawley Down 

Sunlight only
penetrates, transforms
this tangled mound of thorns
the wild clematis

One leaf
bears all the sun’s radiance
bears all the shadows of the earth
about itself

Grass Snake 

Sprung
from stalk and dust
in burning sunshine
whip and wind and weave
through limpid water
sliding
into shade

Lunar Eclipse

Last night I walked on empty hills
and saw the full moon’s slow eclipse
all human life was held within
the shape that shaped that bloodred shadow
on the moon’s face

A short poem triptych from Lunar Eclipse by Peter Davey read by Sonia Vilim - part 2

Sonia Vilimova