I’m quite happy to be both velvety-rich and swaying with sadness if I am touching the audience with my words.
Category Archives: Josie Moon
Poetry Season
National Poetry Day just one week away and lots of poetry events on the near horizon I thought a round-up of what’s going on would be a good idea.
National Poetry Day
The pop up readings will be programmed by La Luna, an independent publishing company specialising in poetry projects and publications working in partnership with Lincs Inspire to offer a range of readings from popular Lincolnshire based poets in NE Lincs libraries on National Poetry Day, September 28th. The full schedule is as follows
Spectacle and Surveillance
It doesn’t make any material difference to theatre X where I live or what my date of birth happens to be.
Great Grimsby Community Choir, Singing For Life
It’s a delight to announce the new beginning for the Great Grimsby Community Choir. We will be Singing for Life every Monday evening in our new base, St Mark’s Church, Laceby Road and we are already preparing for our first public performance of this exciting and busy term. Our inclusive choir is open to anyone overContinue reading “Great Grimsby Community Choir, Singing For Life”
Season of Mists
After a turbulent and painful summer here’s hoping that the autumn brings some peace, calm and gentleness for all souls on this great blue planet.
Bus Life 1
A girl gets on the bus. She’s early 20s. Her son is about 7, her daughter 4 or 5. The daughter is wearing a fairy dress and trainers and her hair is wild. I don’t notice the details of the boy. They trail a cloud of chaos in their wake as they move upContinue reading “Bus Life 1”
Touring, Travelling and All That Jazz
Once I’d re-calibrated myself and found the coffee the world began to resettle and assemble itself in a manageable order. I tuned out the news, it’s all bad, and thought about the past few days, with no small sense of wonder.
Tour Tales
So what makes Fish Tales so special, so stand-out different? I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I have theories but no definitive answers.
Sometimes a week
Yet still we rise and still the sun comes up.