Writers Events June

Went to Wigan open mic. At the Old Courts various bars, Wigan. About ten minutes ago. Expertly and humorously hosted by Louise Fazackerley. D, read out humorous poems which on domestic themes still managed to include “dogging” and panic attacks? Louise read out a beautiful poem on possible pneumonia with precise imagery of days routines? H, over briefly from Brisbane with her niece read out a poem an Australian friend had sent her about Hibiscus flower. A, read out on visiting a friend and perambulations of motherhood and university and homes. With elan, W, read out two poems one on e bay. One on e mails which included the word “adorned.” An unusual word in e mails sent. K, read out on menopause which she conclude should be called womanopause. Sorry for fuzzy photos!




Went to Stockton Heath Library, Warrington writers group, about two weeks ago. After introductory chatter. J, read out an ironically funny flash fiction. Which included, relatives on both sides disaproval of a marriage. That then involved domestic violence briefly. Then the woman being 100% in control. And the grooms family wondering how they got involved with such a family. S, wrote on a fictional world. L, on Rampusal. Cilla a short fiction. And W a short poem about time. Which “gets under your nails.” P, read out on a man living in a van on or outside his house with an LGBTI? twist  (similar to Alan Bennett, “the woman in the van”)






Writers Events

Went to Chester poets some time ago. In the Boot Inn an old timber black and white pub. I don’t know their names. D read out a poem about Saint George emerging from a statue horse in Chester cathedral, and from thence a dragon. R read out a poem about sitting under a statue of Victoria in Liverpool and tourists taking pictures of the statue with him sitting. And then his picture spread accross the world. Kemal read out two poems about walking Offa’s Dike a linear earthwork roughly following the English Welsh border.

Went to Chorlton library, Manchester about ten minutes ago. Organized by Manky poets. Michael Wilson was the guest headliner. He lived in Manchester for some time. And now lives in Northern Ireland. He read out for half an hour poems about his experience of mental health issues an his treatment

Other poets in the open mic bit. Me included, read out about the Suffragettes. A forest. Anecdotes about items without naming them? I read Celtic mythology poems. There was a Roman era poem. And one about placebo. Unfortunatley there was a small dent in my car when i left. But it was still an enjoyable evening. Both the headliner and the open mic was of good quality.








Writers Events April

Went to a book launch in Manchester. For Henry Normal (Peter James Carroll) He has written as a book of poems about his now adult autistic son called A Normal Family. His son is mildly severe on the autistic spectrum. He related anecdotes of his son approaching music buskers with his fingers in his ears. As he doesn’t like sound. And dropped the coins from height as it was inconvenient to stoop. Amongst many accolades Henry Normal co wrote Mrs Merton and The Royale Family. Was managing director with Steve Coogan of Baby Cow Productions Ltd. The evening was very much worth the £2 ticket. The poems about his son where poignant

Went to socialist club Bolton on Sunday. An open mic in Britain’s oldest socialist club. Humorous and as you’d expect left politically poems. To fit in, which i am left wing, i read on a vagrant in 1840’s Spike and about coal mining. Poems about Syria, India traveling in, “Rochdale”,  the sadness of alcohol alone, plus humorous poems and one music slot, criticisms of present government.



Welsh goddess of love and beauty. Goddess of Celtic religious polytheism. Daughter of Llyr and Penarddum. She is married to the King of Ireland. But this marriage does not bring peace. Stories told about her in the second branch of the Mabinogi.

Bendigiedfran (King of Britain) is sitting on a rock by the sea at Harlbech. Watching the ships of Matholwch (King of Ireland) approaching. He saw the Irish army approaching  Wales. Matholwch has come ask for the hand of Branwen.

Esfnisien her half brother is furious at the wedding celebrations. And mutilates Matholwch’s horses. Matholwch is consoled by Bendigiedfran. Who gives him a magical cauldron to bring the dead to life. But they are risen mute.


Standing Branwen in the Snowdonia massif. Her fierce emerald green eyes. Beaming out from the blackened fir forest. In the background Curlew alighting twill. The cascading of a mountain stream. She feels the light set and rise. My essence and source. Just her love pervading in 2085.


Snow no 2

Snow no 8

The LGTBI fancy dress party was raucous

Midnight rambler blazing on full volume

Normally the kitchen was enough

Finally i climbed into the deep freezer

And scratched semi-happy at the enervated ice in the

Pitch blackness


Snow no 11

My favorite holiday destinations are :

The blue ice of Patagonia

The barren Saltfjellet

Cycling holidays in Iceland

Beluga whale watching in Greeland

Partying in Antarctica

Accidentally wandering into Siberia for months on end

After continuing to walk in Laparentra

While relishing an unexpected snow blizzard

Photographing snow in the Himalayas






Merry christmas and a prosperous new year to fellow bloggers and readers



They say wisely you should run this race

Here covered deeply under the avalanche

i cannot hear what they say, just the envigoraring

enchanting sound of creaking


snow is white cannine teeth

embracing in a freezing  kiss


her long black hair was

a snow baubels magnetic desire


snow again, through the

blue darkened sky, Bristol sleeping









I’m trying to get to 12 for year, i’ve one more to go. Queen of the Celtic tribe Iceni. Popular in British folklore, Led an uprising against Roman occupiers in AD 60 or 61. Died shortly after its failure. Destroyed Camulodunum, modern day  Colchester. Her motivation is disputed. Could have been flogged and her daughters raped. Or money paid to prominent Britons confiscated. After Colchester targeted Londinium, London and Verulamium, St Albans. An estimated 70,000 to 80,000 Romans and British died in three attacks. Also enlisted support of Celtic Trinovantes and others. Roman Suetonius regrouped and defeated the Britons at the battle of Watling Street

After her death her husband Prasutagus ruled as a nominally independent ally of Rome.  Left his kingdom jointly to his daughters and Roman emperor

As with Celtic mythology most scant information comes from Roman or early christian sources. There seems to be a loose divide between people interested in Celtic mythologies and the factual life’s of the iron age Celts. (often uncovered by archaeology). I guess  Joan of Arc succeeded in liberating France from the English supported Burgundian. And enabling the reign of Charles V11. Perhaps Boudica has a similar allure. She was painted by Pre Raphaelite’s.



Bernard De Clairvaux

I am indebted to Julia Kristeva for the name Bernard de Clairvaux. And Wikepedia! b 1090 to 20 August 1153. Reformer of Cistercian order. French Abbot. After the death of his mother joined Cistercian order. Founded monastery in 1115, naming it Clair Vallee. Which evolved into Clairvaux. Traced the outlines of the Knights Templar which became ideal of christian nobility

Schism in church. Bernard chosen to choose between the rivals. Spoke to Louis V1 France, Henry 1 England,  Lothair 11 Holy Roman Emperor . Large portions of christian world though, still supported Anacletus, rather than Innocent 11. The schism was ended when Anacletus died on 25 january 1138.

He was then called on to combat heresy. Then to preach the second crusade, which failed to win Jerusalem. Bernard was blamed. Bernard died aged 63 after 40 years as a Monk. Canonized by Alexander 111 on 18 January 1174. Often referred to as the “doctor of the church.” Many monastery’s in his name. Wrote books on theology.

Bernard de Clairvaux




Jeanne Guyon

Jeanne Guyon (Madam Guyon)  may not be a well known or media name. But it is interesting to see how people, in this case the 17thC/ 18th C lived their life’s

I am indebted to Julia Kristeva for the name Jeanne Guyon. 16 april 1648 to 9 june 1717. French mystic who advocated quietism. Which was concidered heretical by Roman Catholic Church. Imprisoned from 1695 to 1705. After publishing book “a short and easy method of prayer”

“Quietism” was particularly associated with the writings of Miguel de Molinos, Francois Malaval and Jeanne Guyon. Advocating “contemplation” over “meditation,” intellectual stillness over vocal prayer, and interior stillness over pious action

She had mystical visions. Believed prayer should be all the time. Wrote poems. Believed in grace not works. Like St Augustine, St Thomas Aquinas, Calvin, Matin Luther, believed deliverance can only come from outside source, not from within a person, him or herself.  Her journal of prison life was thought lost, but published in 1992 . in 1664 aged 15 forced into an arranged marriage with a wealthy gentleman of Montargis, Jacques Guyon. Husband died after 12 years of marriage in 1676. Was primarily a French mystic. Suffered a lot during life. Remained true to her belief in gods purpose.

The Jazz Age

I’m unsure of my subject matter. In the Jazz age America was segregated along racial lines. Particularly in the south. Jazz, “the roaring twenties” provided through art a way for some black musicians. Paving the way for many more to emancipation

Artists such as Besse Smith, Cole Porter, Billie Holiday. Louis Armstrong with songs, “What a wonderful life” “Summertime”, gave black Americans a voice. The haunting song “Strange Fruit,” written as a poem by teacher Abel Meeropol, made famous initially by Billie Holiday with the lyrics, “strange fruit hanging from the poplar tree”  and later in the song “here is a strange and bitter crop”

I’m not an expert on music theory. But often adroit musicians would improvise as the song was played. “Mr Bojangles” is another haunting and much covered song. Louis Armstrong was the son of a prostitute and mostly absent father. Born and raised in New Orleans. In youth peddled out of a junk wagon.  My interest lies in the ability of art to transform peoples life’s.

Billie Holiday                                  Louis Armstong