Tag: poetry

  • You and Me Song

    You and Me Song

    I have to admit there was an ulterior motive, making the 600 miles or so round trip with my husband (very graciously) doing all the driving. It was all about walking into a place I’d only seen in pictures and never visited. It was also having to make myself known to people that had only […]

  • Old Friends

    Old Friends

    Friday night was a revelation. Firstly, I met Imtiaz Dharker. The Universe opened a door to a place I did not know existed, and in she walked. The sonnet she wrote about her husband, after his passing, is possibly one of the most perfect pieces of poetry I have ever heard. It was also the […]

  • The Test

    The Test

    I had forgotten how good the poems were that I submitted for this Zine. However, that pales into insignificance when placed beside being in the same publication of someone’s work who I totally adore. That’s the moment you can never plan. They are precious. This is significant progress.

  • Video Killed the Radio Star

    Video Killed the Radio Star

    It was inevitable, of course, after last week’s 200 plus views triumph of video making and poetry reading that there would be a plan. I’m going to post this and then spend my Friday night making title cards for the next two projects in the series. Without giving anything away, they will be called ‘Wander’ […]

  • Believe

    Believe

    For the last three weeks I’ve been working on a project which is (almost) put to rest now, there’s just the small matter of subtitling it and checking I’ve not fucked anything up terribly. It’s the next step forward in my poetry journey, too. A proper narrative. Actors, and locations. Big undertaking with only me […]

  • A Change is Gonna Come

    A Change is Gonna Come

    May was always going to be important for me. There is a LOT changing in my life, new skills and ideas coming to the fore, and this will be the month when that INFJ-T in my Twitter profile also comes into its own. Everyone has something they need to do away from their normal plans […]

  • Becoming More Like Alfie

    Becoming More Like Alfie

    Yesterday was a triumph of form over function. Who thought that a prose piece would cause so much damage, and that defending other people would be used as a means to attack my position. It is indeed all fun and games until someone’s ego is damaged and then all you have is memories and a […]

  • Funny Girl

    Funny Girl

    I had pudding last night, for the first time in probably a couple of months. Occasionally, over the Lockdown, I’ve sneaked a mini Bread and Butter Pudding in between meals. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy that experience… I also spent most of yesterday doing the exact opposite of what I’d originally planned for Friday. […]

  • Yesterday’s Men

    Yesterday’s Men

    It's amazing to look back on old work: this was once the pinnacle of my ability. Now, it's just asking to be ripped apart and stitched back together. Better make a new folder for this stuff. — ๐ŸŒณ Sarah Reeson ๐Ÿ€ Exposed Frailties ๐ŸŒณ (@MoveablePress) March 2, 2020 I was rejected yesterday, twice. Normally, this […]

  • Dead in the Water

    Hey @GiveBloodNHS I'M BAAAAACK!!!!!! pic.twitter.com/0czr9EPSeV — ๐ŸŒณ Sarah Reeson ๐Ÿ€ Exposed Frailties ๐ŸŒณ (@MoveablePress) February 10, 2020 That’s Donation #8 in the bag :D Doing it earlier in the day is not the way forward however: I managed to lock my keys in the house, felt a bit wonky immediately afterwards and am not quite […]