I wrote this poem for the 2016 Dickens Festival, at which Jaye Nolan from the Roch LitFest kindly invited me to perform. It is about a spot which the young Charles Dickens used to frequent and about which he would later be inspired to write. The poem flicks back and forth between the real life and the fictional, […]
This is another piece written for and performed at the 2016 Dickens Festival in Rochester. It describes the view from the young Charles’s attick room in Ordnance Terrace, Chatham. That was of course before a railway line was placed there. . .
On a freezing cold morning on Rochester Bridge, as one looks across to Frindsbury breathing air that’s crunchy with frost and squinting from the weak sun which illuminates the river’s surface […]
Caught red-handed, having fun. . . Some might say the amount of pleasure I derive from ‘brambling’ is disproportionate. But I’d say they’re wrong.
A short description of the Sheppey crossing – a road which seems to rise unsupported to the sky, hit a cloud and then crumble, plummeting all wanderers down to the spongy earth on which it seems […]
This short poem marked the start of a slight change in direction for me, being principally about the landscape rather […]