I (Jaye) have been selected by the Kent Baton to open their Sparks Fuse Festival project, One Day Works.
Tag Archives: Poetry
An Assemblance of Judicious Heretics
ME4Writers’ have instigated a wonderful project for the Mad, Bad & Dangerous to Know Festival 2014.
Spoke ‘n’ Word – Free workshops for 14-21yrs
Poetry Workshop at Strood Library
Medway Libraries are hosting an exciting event to celebrate International Women’s Day.
Seasonally Effected – Creative Open Mic
Seasonally Effected is a Rochester based open-mic night for creative and cultural exploration. It features a diverse mix of performances including poetry, short film, comedy, short stories, original music, plays and a variety of experimental content that is less easy to define.
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #18
Daniel slowed the car down. The exit was
Blocked, nowhere to go, nowhere to go back
Save for the hollow and the light in the black
Save for the red and the curse in the light
Eyes pained; lips dry with the alcoholic curse
It was always the same. And no money on him
Cash has its own green paper thoughts
If only the picture could talk
The mystery might be solved
If it were not for those pesky elephants
It could have become something so much more.
This is a collective poem from the Literary Potlatch, written by the participants on the day, with each of them only able to see the previous line. At present, the image accompanying it is a stock photo but we would really love someone to respond to the poem visually, as only an original image can possibly do it justice. Full credit will of course be given. Please email rochesterlitfest@gmail.com if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you. 
And here’s a very late Medway Monday linky. I’ve slapped myself on the wrist!
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #17
Lonely yet bright, quickly yet considered
Brigther than anything. Brighter than the sun
She took a bite from her hot cross bun
Easter eggs of the rising son
Glint and shine in the Eastern sun
Like glass baubles on a Christmas Tree
Last year we ate reindeer steaks with crushed blueberries
And washed them down with ginger beer
I hate ginger beer, it reminds me of my dad
Coming home of an evening, smelling bar-room sweet.
This is a collective poem from the Literary Potlatch, written by the participants on the day, with each of them only able to see the previous line. At present, the image accompanying it is a stock photo but we would really love someone to respond to the poem visually, as only an original image can possibly do it justice. Full credit will of course be given. Please email rochesterlitfest@gmail.com if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you.
And here is today’s Medway Monday linky, if you’d like to share your blog.
The Summer Garden Party and Guerilla Poetry
As you should be aware by now, this year’s Garden Party will be held on Sunday, July 14th, as part of the Medway Open Studios and Arts Festival.
However, the day before, we’re looking for readers and/or writers and/or performers – or anyone with a clear, loud voice who’s happy to read aloud in public, to join us for a spot of Guerilla Poetry in Rochester.
Working – in the loosest possible sense – in pairs, we’re going to read classic poetry* aloud at some of Rochester’s most iconic locations for ten minutes at a time, before moving on in a giant circular route until we’re back where we started. We envisage the whole thing taking less than two hours, probably between 12-2pm. *If you are a poet and wish to read your own, you’ll be more than welcome to.
If you’d like to take part with us, please call Jaye on 07904 643770, or email rochesterlitfest@gmail.com – or you can tweet us or Facebook us if you prefer. We’ll be holding a meeting soon for interested people, to go over the relatively few details. Look forward to hearing from you!
Medway Monday: Potlatch Collective Poem #16
Tear and its mother … black into middle eye
Painful though it may be
It carried on through the sky
Opened by what wasn’t
Zeppelins visited, their generous gifts
And showered the people below with them
That they were totally soaked
The rain kept pouring
She thought … this will never stop … unlike life
Glancing down, she picked up a knife.
This is a collective poem from the Literary Potlatch, written by the participants on the day, with each of them only able to see the previous line. At present, the image accompanying it is a stock photo but we would really love someone to respond to the poem visually, as only an original image can possibly do it justice. Full credit will of course be given. Please email rochesterlitfest@gmail.com if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you.
And here is today’s Medway Monday linky, if you’d like to share your blog.
