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I'm an inconsistent artist, hugely distracted by life. I create in a variety of media including words, pictures, food and laundry. I do it because I can't seem to not. Sometimes it's fun.

Performance poetry: Learning the hard way. (Is there any other?)

21 November 2014


Magnetic word tiles ona shiny surface

  Doing and learning   I'm learning by heart some poems I wrote in a class started by our slam impresario   the end of the course is nigh and resistance is as useless as punctuation in a poem   as if   performance is inevitable but not humiliation providing I learn my lessons and lines so to speak   to keep breathing not like underwater swimming submersion of an altogether different kind   absolutely no deep-end clichés here but indeed it is quite...

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At last, no housework, just writing (this poem for example).

13 November 2014


Three disabled people inside a globe-like circle.

I'm half way through a six week contemporary poetry course, organised by Readipop. The venue is one of the meeting rooms at the excellent Reading International Solidarity Centre (risc). Our tutor is the wonderful facilitator of Dreading (Reading Poetry Slam), Michaël Gulliver Vidon. I enjoy working in groups. We do activities in ‘class’ and Michaël sets us homework, which we share on Dropbox. As well as meeting interesting and inspirational writers, I'm learning so...

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This is my contribution to Remembrance Sunday 2014

9 November 2014


Black text on a dark red background: War, good for absolutely nothing, nothing nothing.

War, huh yeah What is it good for? Absolutely nothing, oh hoh, oh War huh yeah What is it good for? Absolutely nothing, say it again y'all War, huh good God What is it good for? Absolutely nothing, listen to me Oh, war, I despise 'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives I said War, huh good God y'all What is it good for? Absolutely nothing, just say it again War whoa Lord What is...

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