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multi-platform writing project: blog 1 – Lives of F poem 1: ‘birth/synchronised swimming.’

Starting out on UEA’S Creative Writing MA, a benign older poet once scanned the work I’d emailed to him and said ‘you are definitely a writer.’ This comment kind of hits the nail on my particular [...]

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Out of green space, into the cinema & back again!

I’m a big fan of the big picture. My interest in the sky at night spills away from popular science into the realms of women’s moon groups, tarot symbology and tuning into the words of The Great [...]

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GREEN_SPACE Poetry Notes blog #3 Pepper.

Pepper I solipsistically slice pepper. She: latex-red, freshly-cut. Her vagina/brain/crown rests in the epicentre of being. Seed-jewels glisten with thoughts of being eaten. TF4/17

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GREEN_SPACE Poetry Notes blog #2

Friends of the Verbatim GREEN_SPACE Play project, were asked via facebook to post their favourite flora/fauna/gardening & horticultural words in celebration of the cornucopia that is [...]

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GREEN_SPACE Poetry notes blog.

A year in green space Out like a school-girl skyving down the arboretum. Socialised tongues speak organic tea, soft-boiled politics, food/soil preparation. * Over-satiated by light, vegetables [...]

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Thoughts on teenage girls, ‘Living Dolls’, sexuality and power on Women’s Day 2016

Some Thoughts about teenage girls, sexuality, power and Living Dolls on International Women’s Day   The other week I stopped two fifteen year-old girls taking duckface, cleavage selfies in a [...]

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Poems on Performance – Circus poem 4. Fellini

Circus poem 4: Fellini   Fellini, my tongue unfurls ‘Fellini’ salivating films watched at an impressionable age; Your Women ring in my ears like coiffured charms to guide, through black and [...]

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Poems on Performance – The Entertainer in Great Yarmouth

The Entertainer in Great Yarmouth   Sea – her as God. Blue arms unfolding transparent pages to Sun and Moon who read every motion.   Dayrise Sea her aquarium brains winding up The [...]

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Poems on Performance: Circus poem 3.

Circus Poem 3. Aerial Hoop.   Women who suspend themselves, lashes glued, lycra flesh gussied round a glittering hoop hang in conviction.   There is craft in being gripped [...]

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Dear Accidental Director…

Dear Accidental Director,   If like me, directing emerged from you unexpectedly like the late-twenties flowering of a second head, you may not fit the profile usually associated with [...]

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