Vane Women is a writers' collective from the North of England - we run a Press and workshops and are performers on the stage as well as on the page. We take our name from Darlington Arts Centre's address at Vane Terrace, which is our base camp. Vain but not plain . . . and we show off our earrings as well as our love of words. Join us - enjoy our pages of poems, prose and puns. You might find something in the pun button to take home!

	Articulate Laureates
	Download the Lowdown
	My Art belongs to Dada
	Northern Grit
	Changing Voices
	What's happening in Colonel Noah's back garden?
	Tea and Puns
	Supersonnets
	Storytime
	Random
	Postcards
	North and South
	Press for The Press
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BREAKING NEWS! Vane Woman Joanna Boulter is on the Forward Poetry Prize Best First Collection Shortlist with her book Twenty Four Preludes and Fugues on Dmitri Shostakovich published by Arc Publications. See Lowdown.

Launched Durham Literature Festival October 13 2006. "Tenderness and humour . . elevate this collection from accomplished to excellent." Deborah Murray Press for the Press to order or buy on-line from Vane Women at INP. THE LADEN TABLE Celia McCulloch has a strong American voice: wise, salty, the kind you expect to hear from a rocking chair on porches, no nonsense yet full of poetic instances. In another century she would have been a pioneer, sewing beautiful quilts, bottling fruits. It is sheer pleasure to read her poems, full of earthy energy and humour and skilled crafting, a laden table that is a delight, giving good advice on fungi and love in middle age and how to admonish yourself kindly.

Launched Durham Literature Festival October 13 2006. "words in the page leaping to life with searing, unforgettable vivacity."Deborah Murray Press for the Press to order or buy on-line from Vane Women at INP. THE SPAR BOX Pippa Little moves in territories where exile is ever present, where treasures are hoarded: the words of the mother tongue, a lost Jewish quarter, a father's library, the crystals of a mine; the poems memorialise the almost forgotten, even forsaken detritus on a beach. There's a sense of Middle European wandering between states, post-war dislocations: she's collected it all in her spar box of brilliant poetry. POETRY BOOK SOCIETY PAMPHLET CHOICE