[Press theatre tickets] Southampton's Mayflower Theatre has reopened its doors and is dipping its toes tentatively into the world of post-lockdown events.
My latest piece for Dear Damsels – which is not, for once, a poem! – shares the story of the ice cream van that made me cry on a regular basis during lockdown, and the hope it eventually brought.
This poem is for anyone who misses being close to someone, too. That time will come, but for now, let's think of drinking tea with them.
Each memory I make is usually plated up with some sort of delicious dish.
This isn't an exhaustive list, and I've probably forgotten a few shows, but here are some of the TV shows, films and theatre screenings I've been enjoying during lockdown.
I've written a poem that's been included in Locked Write Down: a home-grown anthology of 22 poems written during the COVID-19 pandemic.
Southampton has so much to offer, both for visitors and residents alike, and I will never get tired of it. Spend more than a few hours exploring our streets, buildings and spaces, and you’ll find a place full of heart, community and creativity.
I wrote this poem quite early on in lockdown for a poetry submission on the theme of nature.
It didn't get picked, so I thought I'd share it on here. Waste not, want not!
It's been a long time since my last theatre review. Over fifteen weeks, to be exact, which is the longest I've gone without stepping foot in a theatre auditorium – and writing about it – for two years at least.
This changed last night, however, when I found myself on a very unusual Zoom call; one like no other.
I'm worried that the hard work I've put into improving my mental health over the last few years is being undone by this pandemic.