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I work with all aspects of spoken word performance, as a

Solo performer

Theatre maker

Creative producer

Director/dramaturg

Please follow the links to take a look at some examples of my work.

Moon poem at Crossing the Tees
Scratch Club
striped jacket colour
surprised at moustache
Performing on Royal Mile 2014
JibbaJabba 2
Say Owt Stage at Deershed
JibbaJabba 7
Performing my solo show The Moon Cannot Be Stolen, 2014
Performing my solo show The Moon Cannot Be Stolen, 2014

 

 

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I'm running a lyrical #zine project for @theculturalspring open to residents of #sunderland and #southtyneside who enjoy words and creativity. The whole thing is inspired by the famous #maryoliver poem #wildgeese, and will feature 6 zines from me full of creative challenges, followed by a curated anthology zine of work by everyone taking part. There will be #naturepoetry, #blackoutpoetry, #textart using anatomy diagrams, the invention of new #microseasons, guided meditations via conference calls, bark rubbing, found words in the mouths of found objects, and these - little field notebooks exactly the same size as the ones Oliver used to make for herself. If you live in the right area and want IN ON THE FUN then contact Cultural Spring - first zine goes out on Monday 12th April xxx
To process things, emotions, the news, I need
Wish there was a filter to mask how badly this new #collage has wrinkled putting on the cardboard! Still, never mind, it's not "for best", it's for process, making, settling a tired-wired mind. I'm calling it Escaping, which is the bit of text I've left on the top left hand corner piece.
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I wanted to keep collaging about absence. This one is so different from the scribbled ink-and-resist sketches I did first - they felt like emotional release. This felt more conceptual, but ended up having an emotional load (for me). What an odd process it is, trying to find a visual voice!
The past couple of days have felt dark. About once a month, I've been experiencing low moods that come out of nowhere and hold me under for 2 or 3 days. January's bout was particularly crushing, but fortunately this month I managed to take evasive action in time to fend off the worst of the paralysis and still deliver a good writing workshop I'd been asked to do. It took a sweaty beach walk and an afternoon passed out asleep to manage it!

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The final poem in our Surviving Trauma series is by acclaimed poet Fran Lock - click the link in our biog to find her.
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Our guest editor Jane Burn said this week’s poem by Natalie Crick scared the heck out of her - this is a poem of fairy-tale horrors, of quiet, claustrophobic menace, of fear that refuses to remain hidden. It is not a graphic depiction of sex ‘You part my lips with them, shut/my mouth with them,’ made me feel like the very trees were closing over my head. It does not hide from the truth.
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