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
A fitting poem for this strange part of the year, Jo gives us lyrical and atmospheric images of journeying through the cold... For more writing by Jo, check out her blog.
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
Welcome to this edition of Celebrating Change, kicking off our short season of poems about 'changing home', selected by very special guest editor Clive Birnie. Clive is founder and editor at award-winning independent press, Burning Eye. He's also an artist and a writer of poetry and prose, with an interest in experimental forms using blackout, … Continue reading Three poems by Jane Burn
Hello everyone, it's a sunny Monday morning here at Celebrating Change Blog HQ, and I think we're long overdue another writing prompt. So here is a little snippet of what we got up to at our May session, which you might like to try as well. We started out by reading this wonderful poem by … Continue reading Self-portrait as list – a prompt
Many thanks to Carmen for donating this poem, which is a beautiful meditation on one of the biggest changes anyone can experience - those first days of new parenthood. On 30 June, Carmen will be performing more poems about the 'fourth trimester' period of motherhood at a very special pecha-kucha cabaret Deranged Poetesses : Mothers, as … Continue reading Bringing the Baby Home by Carmen Marcus
I need a change of scenery he said, looking through me at something more appealing and desirable. I changed the sheets but the bed still smelt of him. Three months later he changed his mind he said he'd had a change of heart. So had I, and I'd changed the locks. Thanks … Continue reading Moving On by Fran Edwards