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!

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BREAKING NEWS! New books launched. Sparkling anthology Love in Vane and first poetry collection by Sheila Binks from Vane Women Press.

Launched Clayport Library Durham November 2009. See Lowdown for details. Press for the Press to order. ONE HAND WAVING FREE Sheila Binks has never lived more than 10 miles from the tiny Durham village of Mordon where she was born. Rooted in her practical Northern working class life, stacking shelves at Tesco and raising four sons, nevertheless she is a dreamer, one who is wild at heart. Her compass points West to the Great Plains and California, where there are ghosts of buffalo and Indians, and the San Andreas Fault is like a knife-edge to live on. All she has are maps on her knee but poets need only one hand waving free. This is a beautiful and intelligent collection drawn from her life on the ground and inspired by her head in the clouds. Sensitive, observant, her work never fails to impress with a spirit that sparkles. And if you have ever wondered what a Durham lasses' night out is like, read on.

Launched Darlington Arts Centre December 2009. See Lowdown for details. Press for the Press to order. LOVE IN VANE 'All hail this rattle-bag on love from Vane Women - which, forestalling preconception - starts with a conclusion and ends with Jacob Polley. Love in Vane knows the blues are cathartic, lets its categories bleed into each other and exchange bodily-fluids; contains work of all shapes and various positions - prose poems, ghazals, lists, Twiglets and Bryan Ferry; a bargain, it meets the devil at the crossroads and holds its own. Delve.' MATTHEW CALEY