I am a Creative Writing Tutor, Writer and Poet based in the South of England. Winner of Swindon Festival of Literature Battered Moons Poetry Competition 2011. Second Prize Hungry Hill Writers Poets Meet Painters 2011 Published by The Morning Star 2013, And Other Poems 2013, Ink Sweat and Tears 2013. Qualifications. PTLLS (2012), IAG (2013), Diploma in Creative Writing – Open University, completed Creative Writing Course (A215), completed Advanced Creative Writing Course (A363), studying A300 20th Century Literature, seven ‘O’ Levels, three ‘A’ Levels. Workshop Delivery Experience Creative Writing (8 week course) – New College Swindon (2011 to date) Advanced Creative Writing (8 week course) – New College Swindon (2011 to date) Creative Writing Summer School (Daily 10am-4pm) – New College Swindon (2012) Creative Writing – MIND Swindon (2011 to date) Creative Writing – Swindon Alcohol & Drugs Services (2011 to date) Poetry – Toothill Long Poem – KS3 Students (2012) Poetry – Bristol Folk Arts Centre (2011) Imagist Poetry – Cheltenham Poetry Festival (2012) Poetry – Ely Poetry Festival (2012) Poetry – Bristol Scouts (2011) Literature Development Bluegate Poets (Chair) Swindon Festival of Poetry (Joint Founder) Swindon Festival of Literature (Organising Commitee) Poetry Society (Swindon Stanza representative) Battle for the Winds Olympics Launch Project (Literature Lead Creative) Big Arts Day Swindon 2011 (Literature Zone) Big Arts Day Swindon 2012 (Literature/Roving Poet) Swindon Open Mic (Joint Organiser of monthly event) Writers’ Kitchen (Joint organiser of monthly event) Professional Development Poetry – Daljit Nagra - Controversial Contexts Anne-Marie Fyfe – Poetry Pascale Petit – Writing from Art Katrina Porteous – Language and Location Sally Cline – Life Writing, Rosemary Dun – Write Your Novel Fiona Sampson – The Trouble With Language Swindon Borough Council – Safeguarding Koestler Trust – Working with offenders
My Dad painted by Francis Bacon Oxford Heart Centre – Critical Care Unit Someone off stage, drags him by the hair, his face smudged upwards – chin tilted, fish hooked lip, gumshield and tubes smeared left to right. Behind, digital blinks monitor oncoming strokes. I stare, eyes shut, open to a ballpoint click the curator is at my side, dressed as a nurse, fob watch and all ‘you can touch him if you want to’ I do, the paint is still wet, we wait all night, for ‘Three Studies of the Human Head’ to dry back into my Dad. Holding Richard’s Hand The queue jumper in the Chinese had a thin skull Richard had a claw hammer who carries a hammer in a take-away queue? not Richard Richard ran back to his Canning Town flat rejected machete ball hammer billiard ball in sock thought about it returned to correct late night etiquette that’s why he got longer that’s how he ended up inside with me shaving his head in the sink shaving mine when we got bored sharing his recipe for eel liquor Richard’s foot shook all the time he was sat down all his dad said was he fucking deserved it I said to Richard ‘When we get out let’s go and see a band’ he said ‘I’ve never seen a band’ we went to the Astoria he was late it was dark inside full of people dry ice bass wide-eyed Richard gripped my hand I led him through the crowd trying not to look at the queue jumpers, elbowing their way to the bar
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All night gas station (26/08/2011)
The Glitterball Eunuchs (29/06/2011)
Flossing with Carlos the Jackal (20/11/2010)
It started in the jungle (06/11/2010)
The shortest route to you (was via Cusco) (22/10/2010)
Water resistant to a depth of 1000 tears (22/10/2010)
The wisdom to know indifference (18/10/2010)
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