Writing poetry has helped me choose to be a hairy woman

This week I’ve been at Metal Culture in Southend-on-Sea on my first big artist residency, supported by Arts Council England. Being directed by Talia Randall, I’m making my first spoken word show, called Groom. It’s about grooming and beauty culture and how women experience shame. So far I’ve been trying out lots of new things. […]

PROJECTS

Emerge Boston presents Random Acts of Shakespeare (Apr 17 – Apr 2018): A year long project with young people in Boston where I was a Young Artistic Director, supporting two groups of young people aged 13-19 to lead on, organise and create work for a verbal arts festival based on the work of Shakespeare. I […]

My problem with censorship

I originally wrote this thinkpiece when I did Scottee’s ‘Notepad Warrior’ course as one of the initial exercises. Picked up my notepad to read through it to find myself, and I found this. Thought I’d share, gives a bit of insight into my brain if nothing else. – I am at my parents’ house flicking […]

FAMILY DINNER (After Caroline Bird)

I read this beaut of a poem by Caroline Bird on her Twitter feed and had a go at documenting my own family.   FAMILY DINNER All five of us put our index and middle fingers in a jar, leave them pickling, like a sausage jar of grace, so’s we don’t cross them behind our backs […]

WANT TO BUY MY BOOK?

So if you can’t make it to the launch on 7th June at The Stoneworks, but would like to buy a copy of Unsexed – Charley Genever, you can click here to be taken to my Paypal. Send me £12 (£10 book + £2 delivery) & you’ll get a shiny book in the post in […]

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Verve Poetry Festival

I had a grand old time at Verve Poetry Festival in Birmingham back in February. I performed as part of the Apples & Snakes Dice Slam to just over 100 people! Here are a couple of snaps. Photo credit Thom Bartley.

Notepad Warrior

Distance

DISTANCE Absence makes the heart grow hungry. Distance makes the heart eat itself. I hid us under the sofa, tried to let us fester, sat on my hands and feet until they felt dead and I’d miss the last train so I wouldn’t have to face it again.   I called you home and I […]