Narrative Workshops

I often leave these workshops more aware of words I have not said than the ones I have. The words written, spoken, elucidate so clearly...

(in response to a passage from Pour Me, by A A Gill) Pretending. Pre-tending. Tending to things beforehand, in advance, a form of...

(in response to The Hospital, a poem by Patrick Kavanagh) It feels like only a year ago I was choosing which lipstick to wear and which...

(in response to Hunger, a poem by Jack Gilbert) I digged I dug I delved into, one tiny scratch turned into few, gleam of polish disguised...

(in response to February 20th Street, a poem by Hugo Williams) In the blink of an eye I was bought to the brink of my sanity, I had...

(in response to Anaphora, a poem by Elizabeth Bishop) One day it will be my day, like the days they all were mine. I didnt percieve them...

(in response to Knowing Nothing, a poem by Jane Hirshfield) A knowing look. Know it all. Mother’s voice. Knowing, the control room in...

(in response to Grief, a poem by William Matthews) Disconnect. Hard to get a hold on. Domestic life. Have you turned it off at the...

(in response to Lies, a poem by Jo Schapcott) Open spaces, spring meadows, allotments, or a humble veg patch. Freshly picked apples, sun...

(in response to Transmutation, a poem by Gael Turnbull) I find others challenging, sometimes baffling, but ultimately I'm excited by...