Lemonade Anemone

I'm so lucky that I get to work with children and young people as part of my day job. I teach creative writing, which is the best subject, and I won't hear a word said against it!  And I'm good at it, too.  But, I'm often reluctant to do anything too tricky or "formal" with my young writers, because  A. I want them to really enjoy the sessions, and  B. the contemporary poetry scene is not that enthusiastic about formal poetry structures.  That being said, I've been working with a particular group of teenagers for a while now, through my freelance contract with Writing East Midlands and, a few months' ago, we got to talking about constrained writing techniques.  They seemed keen, so I thought I'd set them a challenge!  So, I brought in an Abecedarian poem called Hummingbird Abecedarian by Aimee Nezhukumatathil .  An Abecedarian is a type of poem where each line starts with a different letter of the alphabet: the first line starts with the letter ...

I’ve been trying to find more time for my writing. Being a full-time freelancer means I have to prioritise work that pays the bills – teaching, project management, commissions and performances. The actual WRITING of the poems often gets pushed to the bottom of the list. But, writing poems is my favourite part of what I do, so I’ve been trying to re-prioritise it over the last few weeks.  Last month, I conducted an experiment.  I was going on a walk anyway. I love a nice, long walk, and I LOVE an urban walk too.  Most people I talk to prefer a walk in the woods, or in the Peaks or on the beach – and don’t get me wrong, I love those kinds of walks too – but my inherent nosiness is always delighted to go poke around in the city.  If I’m going into Nottingham, and I don’t have a time limit, I like to walk the four miles from my house to the city centre. Walking is my favourite self-soothing activity, and the only sport I’m really, truly great at! So, this random Wednesda...

 A silly little poem about trying to get fit: Personal Trainer  I’m getting to an age where I  should focus on my health, and so, I booked an expert who would help me push myself. She didn’t speak much English but she led by precedent, and she had a score on Yelp reviews of two-hundred percent! I’d never met a trainer  quite so flexible and bendy; she knew her way ‘round Yoga and Pilates – very trendy!   Her emphasis on stretching was a skill I mastered fast: she taught me how to curl up so my nose was by my arse. She had to change the timing  and adapt to fit my body. I told her I had two legs and she stared at me quite oddly… And she was keen on running through the fields, not wearing shoes. I kept my Puma Kicks laced up, but still, my feet were bruised. She often used small rodents as a way to set the pace. A run can be enhanced, she thought, if it involves a chase.  And, speaking of nutrition,  she endorsed a raw food diet: poultry, game ...

I’ve performed at my fair share of festivals in the past. I’ve done smaller local festivals like Strawberry Fair in Cambridge, Folk East in Lowestoft, and Gate to Southwell in Nottinghamshire, as well as bigger festivals like WOMAD and Bestival on the Isle of Wight.  It’s always a really nice atmosphere performing at a festival – everyone’s having a good time, and the vibes are (usually) immaculate. Naturally, most people go to music festivals for the music, but I’ve been to festivals that have had morning yoga workshops, space science lectures, vegan cooking demonstrations and even line dancing classes! And, of course, a little bit of spoken word.  Shambala festival started life in the 1990s, when five friends met at uni and decided to put on weekend music events for their mates. By the early 2000s, the events were attracting a couple of hundred likeminded people each year, and by 2007, the festival was a full-time job for its organisers.  The name Shambala derives from ...

Last year, I started puttng together my first ever play, KINGMAKER, and I documented the research and development process here .  It was a really fun project, and despite some trepidation about working in a new medium, I really enjoyed the creative process of working with a director, actors and a producer to develop the show. Sadly, our second Arts Council bid didn't get funding, so we decided to put our plans for touring the show on hold until later this year.  The play is a quirky little comedy about village life, friendship, and ellaborate archeological hoaxes, and we originally conceived it as a piece to tour rural venues in the Midlands.  So, while we were waiting for autumn to roll around, we were invited to showcase the play at the National Rural Touring Forum , a conference specifically set up to support theatre in rural places.  We were given a five-minute slot at the conference to showcase the play, in the hopes of connecting with other touring schemes and ...

My grandad died earlier this month, and it’s been a really sad time for our family. But I was very fortunate to get the opportunity to say goodbye to him by sharing a poem at his funeral service. This is the poem I wrote. I hope that, if he heard the service at all, he liked it. Bird Box Love  for Grandad Ged  You fixed a bird box to a shaky branch, and welcomed all the sparrows there to nest. You gave us baby birds a fighting chance; your garden was the one we liked the best. We sparrows sung your praises in our songs because you loved us all, and love abounds. This garden feels so empty, now you've gone; a feather floating gently to the ground. The sun has set on all your summer days, but though your presence fades, we hold you dear. For death is just a parting of the ways, and grief is simply love that perseveres. The garden feels so empty, now you're gone, but we can still remember you in song. Image via Unsplash.com