Under the Influence…

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click here for more info: https://essexbookfestival.org.uk/event/a-soviet-childhood/

I am in conversation with Paavo Matsin and Tony Peake exploring living under the influence of communist rule.


The Essex Book Festival

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I am over the moon to be writer in residence at Chalkwall Hall- Southend on Sea as part of The Essex Book Festival. My residency will start from the 19th March and ends on the 27th March.  Polish Independence in 1918 nestles in the chambers of thought and serves as potential content for my writing.  A new area to explore…




The Wapping Project Commission

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Delighted to have been asked for a creative response to the theme of ‘passage’ by the Wapping Project.  The Wapping Project was developed in 1984 by Women’s Playhouse Trust [WPT], an arts and education charity.  In September 2016, the Wapping Project Commissions was launched.  The work will be published on their website on Nov 1st and will be published as part of a limited edition publication in the summer of 2017.

My initial thoughts on ‘commissions’ and their drive to produce work is that, creativity [when under instruction and confined to a timeframe] produces a wave of new thought and a release of a new voice.  It offers the writer an opportunity to escape from their own way of writing [from the habitual space that writers at times return to] into a field where writing and words become new shapes in the writer’s vision, a new air is released.  It’s liberating.  Commissions provide the scaffolding to risks, to play, to experimentation, to step outside and back in again in the house of language.

Poetry in Collaboration

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The first drafts of my collaboration with poet Ana Seferovic…


Oyster rain       lustrous pour – shelling


on the window pane –


inside the room


it sounds as if a train is pulling


away & surging


(forward /onwards) into


this unrefined earth:

a nacreous landscape of water



(on & through) the mottled air


like an old French mirror – like a hand


which has dug the field – like a tongue


which has lost a home – like a language


which has shaped its holes by absence


which has drifted like a wet feather


missing from the bird.



is here                   but not quite here


it is not there       either


and yet                   was


once –                   irised


inscribed in layers of childhood


nostalgia                 or day dreams

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