I finally have the next installment, to my poetry series. This one was actually part of another poem, but I chopped it off so it had its own starring role.
I'll be honest, I had no idea what to expect when I sat down in the theatre, but I found myself partying, laughing and even shedding a few more tears than planned at a surprisingly emotional ending.
Showing in Southampton until the 13th of October, The Unreturning explores what it really means for soldiers to return home after combat, and how the fight continues once they enter their own homes.
This is it; the evenings are longer, the jumpers are out, and I am well and truly embracing my extra inbuilt layers. Autumn is here; the most wonderful time of year. Where did September go?
We have been brought up seeing poetry as this thing to take very seriously; a high-culture something to think deeply about. And so many people don’t think it’s for them. I don’t think that’s the case at all. It’s time for this to change.
It is April 1968, and one great man is about to meet his maker much sooner than expected.
I went along to Eastleigh Film Festival 2018 to see what The Point had in store for this year's event.
Autumn is beautiful inside and out. When I started writing poetry again, the first one I finished, shared and performed, was one about the best season of all; and it's time I shared it with you.
Fierce, funny, fiery and fervent, and fusing the ancient and the modern, Bullish is brilliant; it grabs gender fluidity and definitions, and identity by the horns.
Having been happily (for the most part) single for the last three years, I am evermore curious about the idea of single life and what it really means. I felt like a parody, picking up Kate Bolick's Spinster: Making a Life of One's Own from the library and tucking it into my over-stuffed backpack.