Mother, Wife, Christian, Poet, Blogger, Optimist - never quite sure which one I am on any given day. I've been writing all of my life and had my work performed at the Everyman Theatre, Liverpool; Stockport Art Gallery; Bramhall Hall; on BBC Radio Merseyside; and at various local community groups, including a nursing home for elderly dementia patients. I deliver free writing workshops around Stockport on a regular basis. Amongst other things, I have had work published online, in text books, and a number of anthologies, including all three of puppywolf's 'Best of Manchester Poets'. I have been placed in several competitions, including for an English Pen competition, sourced through Write Out Loud. I was part of WOL's Bolton Arts Trail, with three poems displayed in the shops. I have a haiku on Mars and my first collection Hormoanal, was published in February 2019 by Matthew James Publishing: https://www.matthewjamespublishing.com/products/matthew-james-publishing/hormoanal I write a humorous blog about whatever takes my fancy...mostly my poor, abused husband: http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com I am a founder member of Stockport Writers, a group which meets on the second Sunday of the month at The Hatworks on the A6. No fees, and anyone is welcome to join us: all you need is a desire to write: https://en-gb.facebook.com/stockportwriters
Published in In Protest: 150 Poems For Human Rights, October 20, 2013: In The Tradition Of The Star This poem is censored. I cannot mention ____ _______, a banned person; ______ _____ or _____ ______. Their organisation, ___ ___, may not be discussed under the current State of Emergency. I cannot include a photo, share details, describe actions. I give you blank space: in protest. Bolton Arts Trail, 15-21 June, 2012: My Bed I like one fluffy pillow A duvet that billows Brushed cotton sheets Thick socks on my feet And a warm man aft To block the draught Published in Best of Manchester Poets Volume 3, March 2013: Tsetse Rat Poor rat and your pedestrian end: was it death by cat? I hope it was old age; you fell asleep. Dark comfort in your long rest. Dangerous praise to resent your passing, forlorn corpse; scorned by heels and prams and bicycle wheels. Sleep peacefully, rat, on your dull part of the dirty path; curled like an idle moon.
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Hate on Tap (18/07/2019)
Zimbabwe, November 2017 (20/11/2017)
What We Do (14/10/2017)
Martin Thinks I'm Catholic (14/06/2017)
I Looked At Evil (23/05/2017)
On Censorship (17/03/2017)
Dear Donald Trump (14/10/2016)
Writing Prompt for Monday (05/11/2014)
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