poet

Maya Angelou or Marguerite Annie Johnson (birth name) was a Civil Rights activist, a poet, a writer and a very good singer who deserves to be celebrated during Black History Month. Angelou lived a long life, 86 years to be exact, but unfortunately her childhood was stripped away from...

When I read that the national average is a size 16 Like we’re all statistics in a clothing regime That I’m three sizes short of, but still considered by some as ‘fat’ For my wide hips and lack of a thigh gap I question why I care, but can’t...

I first came across Andrea Gibson’s work on Spotify, after listening to their album Hey Galaxy! An amalgamation of beautiful spoken word poetry put to music. Each piece felt like a snippet of someone’s rawest moments, collated to create a patchwork of love, loss, identity and family. A lot...

Frost-crisped grass, a glittering field Of upturned blades, and the distant Muffled swell of a choir singing.   Windows fogged with steam and Lights blurred behind, flashing, Pulsing, twinkling against the eye.   A brisk wind to chap the lips, Noses red, feet stamping, hands Thumping, scarfs wrapped tight....

Nottingham’s thriving poetry scene is a melting pot for local poets, drawing in performers from neighbouring cities and beyond, including the magical Charlotte Lunn. After her performance at Hockley Hustle, I caught up with Charlotte to chat all things poetry and spoken word. Q: You’ve performed at a range of...

 It’s the eighth month of the year. Officially, the seasons are winding in, the sunlight Pulling in closer and closer, pressing against The encroaching night, crawling from The yawning maw of darkness. It’s the eighth month of the year. Things with eight legs begin to shift, stir, Swing their...

Thinking If they say age is just a number Why should it feel like a deadline? Anxious to meet and to hold: Onto the rise of expectations that greet its Joy; to put those who wonder, Under pressure to achieve… What others can only hope them to.   If...