Archive for September, 2016

Autumn Stuff

Thursday, September 29th, 2016

Autumn dates and activities: October: Secret Singing London/Essex Sat 1st Oct. Contact me for details Fun Palace Sun 2nd Oct starts 10:30 there will be my Cuddly Science workshop which will contain puppets, poetry, craft and science and Then there is a poetry and story slot later in the afternoon where I will also be […]

Mini Mall Con

Wednesday, September 21st, 2016

Back in the summer I took part in the True Believers Comic Festival mini-mall con. I took just Love: A Stranger Dream merchandise which was still quiet a lot of stuff from post cards, to key rings, to two types of mugs, to candles and t-shirts as well as framed prints, poetry cards and the […]

A Poem for Refugees

Tuesday, September 13th, 2016

Cate Blanchett and co created this heart hurting (https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/sep/13/cate-blanchett-leads-celebrities-in-un-video-poem-for-refugees?utm_term=Autofeed&CMP=twt_b-gdnnews#comment-83148764) to highlight the plight of refugees. The poem is hard hitting with a panic inducing rhythm.

Video of Love: A Stranger Dream

Thursday, September 8th, 2016

This is the arts video I made of my non-lineal visual poem Love: A Stranger Dream. It is 18 minutes long to warn you before you embark on the watching odyssey. I created felt backdrops, learnt to play two new instruments and did a hell of a lot of fuffing and yack shaving to get […]

Poem A Day Challenges

Wednesday, September 7th, 2016

Each year I have three standard Poem a Day challenges, these are Month of Poetry in January, World Poetry Writing Month in February which I run and National Poetry Writing Month in April. This writing challenges really help me focus and write down all the stuff that buzzes around my head. I then spend the […]

My London, My City

Thursday, September 1st, 2016

My London, my city Is falling through the cracks Slipping down between glass And chrome Squeezed into non existence Becoming darker Messier With pretention And no protection It’s soul is dying As all the things I knew Crumble under callipers And blue prints Raised for respectability Losing the unique And the grotesque that was more […]