Griffin Press

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The first publications from Griffin Press are:

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Printmaking Explained

(printed for the GPC):


This booklet explains the types of printmaking techniques that are available, and profiles some of the artists that belong to the Gloucestershire Printmaking Co-operative in Stroud. It is available through the GPC website – £3.


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The Opium Fish

by Tricia Torrington


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The Opium Fish is my first solo collection. Initially published by Flarestack Poetry it has been reprinted by Griffin Press.


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Jocasta’s Song

by Jennie Farley


This pamphlet is sequence of poems in which Jennie inhabits the hearts, minds and bodies of women in myth and folktale:  those same hearts, minds and bodies are still found in women of today. Available from Griffin Press – £3




Jennie is available for workshops and readings, both as a solo artist and as part of her 8-woman strong performance group, Picaresque.[/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height=”32px”][vc_row_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/2″][vc_column_text]Wolf


If I could reach the wolf of you

beyond the sleek lover, the human truth,

down deep through caves of foetid sleep

to the whimpers, the fur, the musk of you,

as lost to the world you suck on dreams.


In feral dark I would lie with you,

clothe your mane with a diamond sheen.

I would lick your paws, anoint your pelt

with my woman’s scent, feed you

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I weave the stretch of cloth and draw

it tight, ready to unpick and start again.

My thumb snags on a pin. The pale

threads turn to red, I am pricked to rage.


I recall our wedding night when I oiled

your shoulders, finger-dried your hair,

joined you in our bed. O fickle husband!

sweet-talking your way into every woman’s


heart while I, your constant wife, straddle

my loom keeping my vow. Twenty years you keep

travelling while I hold off with false promises

suitors swarming at the gates.


The one with the scorching smile,

the one with swivelling hips, the sweet boy

with a voice seductive as harp song. I could’ve

had them all.   My maidservants did to their great cost.


Now it’s time I revoked my vow, this shroud will be

completed soon, my thread-raw fingers racing skeins

across the spools, the pooling fabric telling a lament for

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