Please welcome Denni to the blog, with a poem that speaks simply and eloquently of how normal is forever altered by trauma and loss. Everywhere is always full of holes The pier at Southwold with the water clock we watched so long to see the hour, the amusements, and the beach huts bright and neat … Continue reading Everywhere is always full of holes by Denni Turp
Some of you may have read Sandra's verses kept as a Lockdown diary, which we featured earlier this summer. Sandra is a member of our monthly workshop group in Teesside, and she has put together this very moving tribute to a much-missed daughter. Thank you for watching this, it was created from love and faith.
"Helen Anderson’s poem ‘Outrageous Light’ is a stark reminder that nothing can really take away the utter devastation of losing someone we love. ‘Gone is Gone’ holds such heartbreaking finality, is an unarguable statement with a dark, epitaph-like feel. The last stanza offers a hollow and terrible contrast - one child is gone from this … Continue reading Outrageous Light by Helen Anderson
“Tis the season to be jolly” someone wrote over a hundred years ago in a carol, so it must be true, right? The soundtrack of our festive ‘experience’ reminds us repeatedly that Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year, where everybody’s having fun. Mariah’s high-pitched warbling and Slade’s manic “IT’S CHRISTMAS!” sums up … Continue reading It’s OK Not To Be OK – An Alternative Christmas Story by Scarlet Pink
This week we feature a poignant poem by Steve, about the changes wrought on everyday life by bereavement. Steve May worked extensively in the field of drama-in-education, including winning an Edinburgh Fringe First with Wigan Young People’s Theatre, before becoming an acupuncturist. He regularly performs his work around the NE of England and further afield. … Continue reading Patterns by Steve May
For the next few weeks, we're delighted to feature the digital stories made by our regular Celebrating Change participants, starting with this one by Miki Rogers. Some of you may have seen this via Miki's own social media, but if you haven't - get ready for a treat! It was my absolute pleasure to help … Continue reading A digital story by Miki Rogers
Grief is a rough skinned gourd, with a course rind of ember green and a soft flesh fruit centre. And when this growth erupts inside your chest you are a heavy globe of roasted heart that swells and writhes and thumps against your ribs, until you don’t know whether to carve your innards out and … Continue reading Grief by Hannah Davies