A repository of older video poems and performances.
‘Poetry Dealer,’ Word Central 2025‘Beyond these Walls,’ Huddersfield Literature Festival Slam 2025At Word Central 25th March 2025
‘Self Care for Healthcare’ from Mind Over Slammer, Leeds, February 2024
A snippet of live performance, just a short snatch of ‘Main Character, or Supporting Role’ – from my much longer set for Blue Balloon’s International Womens Day Event at Salford Arts Theatre, March 2024.
New! Thought I’d better before I forget how to do the simplest things in Lightworks. Here’s a deliberately simple video poem from stills for revision.
A personal favourite, setting out my stall. Freshly extended for the Deadstream event ‘Broadcast Your Bradford’ in December 2021.
Going North – written for and performed at Deadstream’s ‘Broadcast Your Bradford’. This is an unpolished recital of the poem, from my sofa.
Dividing lines #4: A Thoroughly Covid Secure Business. From January 2021. Can’t embed this from YouTube as the content means it is age restricted!
Third in my ‘Dividing Lines’ series. A true story from winter 2020.
Second in my ‘Dividing Lines’ series, from January 2021
Brexit… a subject about which I always have plenty to say. From December 2020.
First in my ‘Dividing Lines’ poems, from early December 2020. Click through to my YouTube channel for more information on this series.
Doing my teacher bit, back in 2020 – sometimes I just can’t help it!
Care to remember this man’s departure? I couldn’t help myself…
Back in October 2020, we were deep into the pandemic and the government’s shamefully incompetent response inspired this little rant.
One of my earliest Brexit poems. The video was August 2020, but the poem was from December 2019.
Early in the pandemic, 2020 style
This one is mad jokes… My 50th birthday was at the start of the first lockdown. The previous several birthdays had been blighted by deaths of friends. I had been gearing up for a 50th that would make up for those years of birthday misery, but no! I found myself alone, on the side of the road, at a time when nobody was sure whether I was even allowed to go out and get water, let alone exist outside of a house. It was all a bit freaky in those early weeks.
One of my earliest pandemic poems. It’s a bit uncomfortable now, and I tend not to perform it, because of the way some of these concerns were adopted by what became the covid denying right wing conspiraloons , but at the time, it seemed perfectly reasonable (and barely even conspiracy theorising) to point out the ways we were being used to spy on each other for breaking covid rules.
Lateral G