This book is a daily chronicle of wandering elf events... better known as, elfvents amongst the learned knowers who persist in the knowing of such things.

The evolution of life is a wondrous thing. As we wander back through the ages to where it began, we find the evolutionary tale of Nug and his kin. So many firsts: the first lie, the first kiss, the first tool! Did we crawl up. outta, the deep waters? Did we erupt from a stone? Were we created by a talented artist who liked dirt? So many questions! Do you think you know why folks decided to touch lips together or curl a flat blade of grass into a wheel? Well, we'd love to hear your ideas... poetry or prose... your choice.. always. So grab a friend, or come alone... let's, write together. Warning to our learned colleagues..... prick your ears up.... gird your loins! For this tale is, at the very least, scientifically inaccurate, almost based on facts, and loosely follows what historically might have happened - if it had happened that way. Nug will evolve before your very eyes, from eating slugs to hot meat pies. There may be humour (cause Darwinian theory was a little straight laced) and the authors invite you to comment, theorize, and mesmerise! Lastly, no species were hurt in the making of this book, please open a page, have a little look.

This is the Spoken Poetry Juke Box - please send your favourite spoken words to @silenttomorrows @naiomimrshl or @goodyarns, and we will share them here so that others can hear:) We hope you enjoy our selections.