Writing Voices

Welcome to Writing Voices. My name is John Brewster, and I am a writer, poet and creative writing tutor. I live in Scotland, in the Kingdom of Fife. I write in English and in Scots. Within these pages you will find examples of my literary work and information regarding the creative writing services that I offer. I hope you enjoy your visit to my website!

LATEST NEWS!

New Creative Writing Courses at Waid Academy, Anstruther, Fife

I am running two new creative writing courses this September at Waid Academy in Anstruther. Here are the course details:

Creative Writing Course for Children - 12 Weeks - Tuesday 14 September to Tuesday 14 December - 5.45pm to 6.45pm.

Creative Writing Course for Adults - 12 weeks - Tuesday 14 September to Tuesday 14 December - 7pm to 9pm.

Contact Waid Community Use at 01334 659355 to book a place.

Free Creative Writing Workshops and Songwriting Workshop!

I am running two free creative writing workshops at the St Monans Community Arts Festival 2010. Both workshops are on Saturday 18th September, at Abercrombie Court Lounge in St Monans. The first one is called Writing in Scots, and is from 9.30am to 11am - for all ages, max. 10 people. The second is called Creative Writing For Young People, and is from 11.30am to 1pm - for 11-16 year olds, max. 10 people. For further details and to book, email me at info@writingvoices.com.

The free songwriting workshop is on Saturday 18th September as well, at the Church Hall in St Monans. It is from 2-4pm, and will be run by the musician Sarah Banjo and myself. The St Monans Community Arts Festival 2010 runs from Friday 17th to Sunday 19th September. For full details, click on to www.stmonans.org.uk.

The Spiritual Recluse and the Bebop Prism

My new poetry and CD pamphlet is now available to buy! Check out The Spiritual Recluse and the Bebop Prism page for more details, and read some poems and hear some music.

A POEM FOR JULY

The Perennial Philosophy

I am the elemental,

the storm, the flood, the dying sun.

I am the stone of temple

and the clay of shrine.

My hair is soft pillowings of cloud

that morning combs with honey

and evening combs with rose.

My eyes are rubies

flashing in the idol’s gaze;

sapphires sighing

in the belly dancer’s sway.

My lips are waves washing

the feet of beachcombing saints:

the flowers they contemplate;

the fruit they bite into.

My hands curve green hills

and mould mountain streams.

My breasts are full breezes

nursing the wings of birds

to unexpected heights.

My hips are the cradles of civilization,

bearing children as pharaohs

and yogis as children.

I am the tears of sorrow

and the tears of joy.

Fundamental, I am the elemental,

the storm, the flood, the dying sun:

the philosophia perennis.