I’m going to be in this!

I am thrilled to have six short poems included in this leaflet, alongside Brian McGettrick, Carson Pytell, Kate Garrett, Niklas Stephenson amd Gwil James Thomas.

Scumbag Press is an independent punk publisher. They also produce a zine called Paper and Ink, and a podcast of punk music and poetry. Check it out!

https://www.facebook.com/scumbagpress

https://www.facebook.com/PaperAndInkZine

I’ll post more info when it’s released.

Spoken Words

Out and about again yesterday evening – more Hudds Lit Fest, this time a Spoken Word night hosted by Talking Zebras. They meet a couple of times a month on Saturday afternoons at the Wickham Arms in Cleckheaton. I might go tomorrow.

http://www.talkingzebras.co.uk



My purpose with all of this is to hone some stagecraft, but it has made me realise that I’ve been in a bubble, not really exposing myself to other people’s poetry. This was partly deliberate, while I found my own voice. I think I was worried about being influenced by others and ending up sounding the same, but I don’t think that could happen now.

I’ll confess that I did think that Spoken Word as a genre all sounded too similar, but that might just be because a lot of what gets on to the radio is London-based.
It’s totally different up north and I’m really enjoying listening to such a wide variety of styles.

Freedom, is it?

Despite all these storms, spring is in the air (just about) and it’s helping me to feel a bit more positive and creative. The truly awful behaviour of this government doesn’t help, though. This poem is to ‘celebrate’ Thursday. I’m glad that Boris feels proud of releasing us from all restrictions, including the sensible ones that were protecting public health. I’m sure the timing had nothing to do with his own parliamentary difficulties and the need to keep his lunatic backbenchers on side. So, off we go, into the unknown, where only the rich can afford to test and isolate, and everyone else is left to wander around infecting others. What could possibly go wrong?