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 […]
This was written during one of Lisa Vigour’s Inspirational Nites, an open mic with a difference. Lisa provides writing pads and prompts and […]
Coming to Teynham to be wed in 1952, I look around me now and see a very different view, remembering how it used to be so many years ago wandering through the orchards; what a privilege to know. […]
My father was born in Rochester and told me stories of swimming out as a boy to touch the sides of battleships on the Medway at Chatham. The photograph is by Sibel Cahide Gul, who has created […]
The poem imagines the last member of a family who have grown apples for generations in Kent. Economic considerations have led to the destruction of the orchard.
At first glance, this Staffordshire figurine at the Guildhall Museum in Rochester simply portrays a flamboyantly dressed lady surrounded by a leopard and tiger. But read the inscription on the […]
I am struck by themes of ‘blue’ at the moment and want to explore this in a range of poems this weekend at Magna Carta Festival in Faversham. Bluebells still abound, a promise of something more […]
Whilst driving round the area with Maria looking for photo opportunities for her writing we visited Edith May, a Thames Sailing Barge moored at […]
A sequence of short roughly recorded interviews. It starts with me walking on the pontoon, then talking to friends and neighbours about life in […]
Over a hundred years ago, a young lady asked her friends to help her turn 271 strips of calico into a wedding gift for her future husband. This […]
A poem arising from a Wandering Words commission to make some writing in response to the Lordswood area of Medway.
Inspired by R.G. Cash, ‘Dew Ponds and Doodlebugs, Walderslade within Living Memory’, Lordswood Library.