This is a poem based on my nana and stories that I've read about growing up in Ireland.
This is from a performance with my collective, Burn After Reading. We run a regular night at 7 Dials Club in Covent Garden on the first Tuesday of every month. I'll be posting vids from my performances over the next few days.
So, it looks like summer is shaping up to be a good 'un. Just received confirmation that I'll be performing at Walthamstow Garden Party this July! I shall be performing a group piece with some of the other Barbican Young Poets and sharing the stage with the new Barbican Junior Poets. Exciting thing to be… Continue reading Walthamstow Garden Party
So NaPoWriMo has come to an end. I would say this has been pretty successful, lots of fun ideas were explored and I've got the seeds of some potentially great material. Some of my pieces have been stronger than others but that was sort of what I expected from writing a poem a day. I'm… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #30 – Can You Write Your Own Elegy?
A flower, found tenacious in a dark room, pale and in wait of light to turn towards.
So, this is an idea that I've had bubbling in my notebook for some time but a very dear friend of me told me that they had similar plans so it seemed like a sign to put something out there. Hopefully, they won't think I've stolen their idea. Plant your feet far apart and… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #28 – Advice For My Daughter
I was raised on bread and butter lies, bland yet just more than enough to stop my stomach growling in the search for answers. My body filled, my soul needs something more. The truth is a gourmet meal, carefully prepared and served up, garnished gently, oozing juices ready to be sopped up by the thickest crust.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #27 – Hard To Swallow