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DIY Poets At The Edinburgh Fringe

DIY Poets At The Edinburgh Fringe

We have great news for you. DIY Poets are heading north for the summer! We are very excited to announce that we have a one week residency at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

Between 10-16 August around 15 DIY poets will be on hand to entertain you with our DIY Poetry Fix at The Banshee Labyrinth on Niddry Street EH1 1LG. Every evening from 8.15 – 9.15pm. We can promise short sharp poetry that makes you think, makes you laugh, makes you realise how much you love poetry. Featuring a series of short spoken word slots, with some very special guests. A diverse array of voices, with a plethora of themes, the big stuff, the small stuff and everything in between.

DIY Poets At The Edinburgh Fringe
DIY Poets. Grassroots Poetry at its Best

To find out who is taking part please go to our Edinburgh Line-Up Page. Here you will find full biographies. If you are in Edinburgh be sure to come and see us; you will be assured of a warm welcome.

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[DIY Poets At The Edinburgh Fringe]

DIY Showcase At The Maze 9th May 2019

DIY Showcase At The Maze 9th May 2019

[Reviewed by Clare Stewart]

Laura Grevel, in lovely colours, a pink jacket and aubergine hair contrasting with her blue eyes, had some Aristotelian questions for us. The answer to all these inventive questions was No. I’ve never roasted snakeskin and dipped it in chocolate? Does this mean I’m boring? Does this mean I live a very narrow life? No, I think it means Laura has a kerazy imagination and a philosophical turn of mind.

Senora Amazon, written as a heartfelt angry letter from the natural world to us, the overconsuming, greedy and damaging species. Eventually, like a worn out mother, she tells us to clean up our own mess. Laura’s extraordinary awareness of the natural world and all her travelling give her a very wide perspective, she’s a wake-up call in herself.

Martin Grey who was also a compere, and with his parents in the audience, told us that he’s gone soft and romantic. Maarrtin!!! Letting the team down!!!

Speaking his poems from memory, his first poem was about cherry blossom. A wonderful mixture of images to do with adventure and with office life. Remember a time when cherry blossom fell on someone’s nose and made them sneeze. The images very cleverly mixed up and interspersed in a way that made the mind dance from image to image.

Then, I Want to be an Astronaut. I don’t know if this was written specifically for the To the Moon and Back gig at the poetry festival, but I think that’s where I first heard it, it shows us a journey to outer space, past different planets, hitching a ride off Halley’s Comet, imaginatively drawing us a spacey journey, he invites us to come with him.

Martin’s setting out on his own poetry journey and we wish him lotsa luck. And we like soft and romantic, actually.

Andrew Martin, also a compere, and I was just wondering about his waistcoat, not the usual multi-coloured affair, but a white on white striped one, he explained his friend had made it from ex-curtain material, and beautiful it was too.

DIY Showcase At The Maze 9th May 2019

Andrew’s concern about the environment is evident through this choice of poem topics – forests, the stored food of hibernating animals being damaged, a restored coal tip, floods in the east of England 1953. Another poem about Timpson’s the key-cutters and the business’s commitment to employ ex-prisoners also reflects Andrew’s compassionate leftism.


Hazel Warren taking a risk reading off her cracked phone screen. It is a rather beautiful crack, and I agree it would be hard to get it mended, but it does make reading off it a bit difficult.

First, a poem to friends on their marriage. In her soft voice, Hazel told them their marriage is strong, the kind of love that will share its dinner with you. Aww…

Her second poem was about communication. Hazel is all about communication, the importance of just sayn what you gotta say. Take a leap of faith.

DIY Showcase At The Maze 9th May 2019

And prize for the most beautiful poem of the evening has to go to Hazel for her poem In the Morning, about that magic moment between sleep and waking. Starting most of the lines with the word ‘Before’ gave the poem a rhythm and a sense of nostalgia, almost, like fluid, like music. Mmmm lovely.


DIY Showcase At The Maze 9th May 2019Will Kummer our featured poet of the evening. He found DIY Poets, can you believe this, only a year ago, at last year’s poetry festival!! He’s quickly become a core contributor to the collective. Will watches life quietly and invites us to take a peak with him.

Will also speaks his poems from memory, a feat of which I am in complete awe. It really changes the relationship between poet and audience. Will doesn’t make many gestures, he has a strong, clear voice and is a still but solid presence on the stage. All this lets the words do the talking.

The first two poems had a similar theme, truth, the first asks if we can believe truth, and the second is a poem about our fragile world. But he’s hopeful that we can learn and meet the challenge of climate change. Let’s hope so.

Spacecraft, written for the To the Moon and Back gig at the poetry festival, Will called this a cheapskate villanelle cos he didn’t have time to make it right in time for the gig. I think he should just call it a Willanelle and say he’s invented a new poem format… It’s an imaginary trip to outerspace.

Banburgh Beach is an old favourite. I love the image of the dogs playfighting at the end of this poem.

This Place, a real favourite of mine, love this poem. This is actually a villanelle, and it combines countryside and work vocabulary. Describing a field, ‘This is not a spreadsheet with data row by row’ a yearning to forget work and enjoy this trip to the country.

The Mugging, about being mugged by London starlings. Well, you know what those London ones are like.

The Lincoln train, hilarious poem about the crowded 20.30 train to Lincoln on a Saturday evening. Really funny portraits of the various drunken people and the scrapes they’ve gotten themselves into.

The Marrow. I find this poem really intriguing. I love watching over Will’s shoulder as he notices the gradual dilapidation and eventual disintegration of this mortal marrow. And the question, is it now still a marrow? And my own question, why didn’t someone pick it up and cook it and eat it or something??

A Bladderful of Hyperbole. A wet patch on a wall. What is it? What was it? We listen as Will goes through all the possible answers, stupid, serious, mundane. Funny.

That was going to be his last poem, but proving again that timing yourself before the gig bears no relation to how long it actually takes when you’re on stage, he was too early to finish, so he recited a few more poems, (also from memory!)

The Goose Manifesto came out of a workshop at a nature reserve. About bullyboy geese – does Will have a thing about bully-birds???

The Purring Dead about zombie cats that play with you and leave your corpse on the doorstep, and finally a limerick about bald garibaldi biscuits. (I’ve been craving one ever since…)

Great, impressive set, Will.

DIY Showcase At The Maze 9th May 2019

Women Say… Stuff 4

Women Say… Stuff 4

DIY Poets always provide a welcoming, inclusive atmosphere and this special event to mark International Women’s Day 2019 was no exception. Organised by a subcommittee of female DIY members “Women Say Stuff” is now in its fourth year, and goes from strength to strength showcasing fantastic, inspirational female voices performing to a mixed audience. In line with DIY Poets tradition, it was a night of three halves featuring poets Cathy Grindrod, Ioney Smallhorne and DIY’s own Hazel Warren providing music and poetry in the final act. There was, as always a surprising array of fearless, female, open micers, including first timers, seasoned performers and returning voices with prose, spoken word and poetry on a variety of themes.

Women Say… Stuff 4
Credit: Stephanie Webb Photography

The event was a celebration of women and a reminder of the reasons why International Women’s Day is still relevant. In addition to celebration and awareness, the event raised vital funds for two chosen charities, working towards equality for all. Kairos support LGBT Refugees in Nottingham and Home Start work with families of young children to provide the best start in life.

DIY Poet and host Lytisha Tunbridge opened the first of three halves with a piece on the theme of family, a tribute to “three generations, four women” a list poem and call to be inspired, a reminder of the broad range of roles women can play in life. Laura stepped up to the open mic next, with a poem about a –shock/horror -single, thirty year old woman who buys a dream in a dress – what could be weird about that? Milla followed with an ode to the Super Moon and a tender memory of a final day spent with a loving pet. Next up was Kitty, a first timer and our youngest performer at just 14 with an excellent piece on gender identity and “forced femininity” through social reactions to a haircut, an insightful piece and a young voice we hope to hear more from. Hazel followed, returning to the stage after a six year reprieve with two pieces from opposite ends of the emotional spectrum, opening with a poem which hinted at dark forces of self-destruction before shifting to a more positive, optimistic piece, which conveyed a sense of feeling grounded and connected. We hope to hear more from her soon. Closing the opening act, award winning poet, and former Derbyshire poet Laurette Cathy Grindrod, took to the stage, opening with the excitement, freedom and fear of swings, before introducing us to her Aunt Margaret, reflections on the love of close family members who get away somehow with those things parents can’t. Cathy’s work has a real skill in noticing individuals and the next piece she shared demonstrated the strength of noticing, when working in a children’s home, writing with and for looked after children, building rapport through listening, noticing and, when required, burping. We were delighted to be the first to hear her mirror poem marking 100 years of votes for (some) women, a cleverly devised piece which noticed the thousands, the details of one woman in the thousands before returning to the thousands, through history who have marched side by side in the fight for equality, green white and purple, in purpose. Cathy closed her set with “Learning the Language” describing the journey to self-discovery, finding one’s own path and becoming a writer, feeling grateful, after the fact, for the gift of poetry, hidden in el-o-cu-shon instruction.

Part two opened with DIY stalwart, Clare Stewart and Oil Rig Woman, the irritation and disdain for that New Year’s resolution swimmer getting in your way. Josephine, from supported charity Kairos then spoke to us briefly about their work with LGBT Refugees reminding that in 75 countries love is still illegal for some. Jill then opened up the second open mic set, with “A glorious year” a great and hopeful poem embracing change and transformative power of the menopause. Fay, an optimist, with a shadow, described the ever present threat of darkness lurking with a sense of not ever being able to fully let that guard down and bask in the light. Her second poem again cleverly danced the line between one feeling being undercut by another –well you know I don’t care what other people think, matched with that need to have another drink. Vron came next, with three pieces, including her homework for Cathy’s writing group (I hope Cathy gives extra credit), opening with a poem for International Women’s Day and for being heard. The next poem remembered a reconnection with a friend and remembering the “why” of these connections. Finally introducing us to her grandmother, a working class war widow who had figured out how to do things best, whether it be kissing loudly, writing illegibly or taking exercise tips from Vet TV, always giving them what for. A strong woman we can see the traits shining through in Vron. Lauren followed up, a newcomer to the scene welcomed through workshops at the Women’s Centre, also following the theme of strong inspirational female figures. Jesse came next, a big voice and an unstoppable force, Jesse has been on the scene in Nottingham for about a year she tells us, although we all think she’s been part of it forever. Broken Window invited us to look onto a hopeful view from a broken place and described the feeling of affinity with beauty of pain in the sharpness of shards and the power of potential in breaking free. The fabulous Ioney Smalhorne closed the second act, always a force of nature Ioney can be counted on for a strong and confident voice with thought provoking images and themes. Opening with her mum’s advice, love with an undercurrent, for what that “just in case” might mean. Next introducing the women of Xaymaca, the Taino-Arawak indigenous population of Jamaica, threading from second generation, British Jamaican women, and reaching tenderly back through history to connect with those roots. Staying with themes of family the next poem explained why the heaviest teapot in the shop should be chosen, in memory of Grandma Lyn’s ordeal and self-protection in mind as well as tea, before and returning to history, reaching back through time to send a message of warning on the lunar eclipse Columbus used to his advantage. The Spinerette weaves a knotted web and the Bride reflects on the experience of a young Ghanaian bride and the symbolism of wedding ceremonies. Finally bringing us to a more personal piece “Shelf Life” described a full life of an independent mid-thirties woman, still constantly reminded of lack in one area by familial, biological and societal expectations. We think you’re great, as Clare said listening to Ioney, is like honey in the ears.

Lytisha returned to the stage to introduce the third and final half of the evening, opening with Lolly reading from the “Sheroes” anthology (a recent publication from the Women’s Centre Work shop), about her own heroic Nana, I love this poem honouring the traditions of superstitions passed down advice, I don’t stand on three grates either. This was followed with a humorous piece on the irresistibility of cookie dough ice cream. Seeing Lolly grow as a performer over the past year has been a delight and seemed to encapsulate the whole event in this expression of confidence developed. Next up was Hattie another first time performer, who shared a tender list poem, “Love is…” filled with nostalgia and family, school years and reminiscences of losses and pain through to new life, a touching poem, we’d love to hear more from Hattie soon. Nicky was next up, sharing a wonderful rhythmic ode to her womb, rising and falling with monthly recurrence of possibilities only to be emptied away each time, followed by a woman’s rant, we all love a good rant and this was no exception. Sarah closed the open mic section with “Fuzzy Felt” clever use of alliteration and imagery of being ready to piece together a new picture when coming out the other side of heart ache, also providing a brief Haiku before closing with “Othering Me” inspired by Kitty’s earlier poem, this was an angry poem about being on the receiving end of labelling, boxing up and othering. Finally Hazel Warren closed the third half with a lovely mix of her own poems matched with distinctive covers of songs on Ukulele, following a pattern of song then poem Pompeii – Bang Bang (Nancy Sinatra) That Room – I Drink (Mary Gaultier) The list –Only You (Yazoo) and Spiders Silk – Come on Sister (Belle and Sebastian) The poems had great lines such as “sharing secrets in the darkness, equal parts confidence and desire.” There was a sad poem which noted that “he drew the sunlight from me.” It was an entertaining and powerful mix of words and melody.

Thanks to everyone who helped make the event a success, including all those who came along to share poems and those who came to listen. Thanks to Stephanie Webb photography for photos and to Sobar for the delicious cakes and drinks, thanks to Emma who helped with technical support on mic and pa issues, to Frank who helped review the bits I couldn’t and to Lolly, who womanned the door and took charge of bucket collections and open mic sign ups, thanks to everyone who gave to the buckets, we raised around £100 for each of our chosen charities. Same time next year? I wouldn’t be anywhere else.


Review of DIY Poets at Maze on 14th February 2019

Review of DIY Poets at Maze on 14th February 2019

By Hazel Warren and Frank McMahon

Local bards DIY Poets had their thirty third show at the Maze on 14th February, Valentine’s day but it was not planned for to be on that date. The night was brilliantly compared by Jake and Hazel.

There were ten DIY Poets with five minutes each, followed an open mic, featured poet Laura Grevel and headline musician Eibhleen Concradah.

First poet up was Will, who gave us atmospheric “old stories of the forest” with evocative lines such as “in praise of darkest sacrament” and “listen for the night song”.

Next up was Clare Stewart who gave us a poem for Valentine’s Day, Bothersome Fly “think about you all the time you bothersome fly”. After this Clare gave us what she describes as hate poem

Clare ended on a poem to her brother Chris, a poem about sibling love, “scores the tries child” sporty, “dad’s right hand man child” reliable.

Interview with a poet: Clare Stewart

John Merchant John gave us a two poems and a song. The poems were impressive, particularly the first, the Cart. John ended with a song by Michael Holiday.

What Is Good by John Merchant

Sue Allen was up next with humourous poems on the theme of attraction with Love times Two, with her lover and his logical mind. The second poem, one of Sue’s rugby poems contained the very funny lines” chose him form a line out of eight forward players all hoping for a try.” Sue concluded her set with a sonnet using the persona of someone carrying out an autopsy.

DIY Poets Maze 15 November 2018
Rude Awakenings by Sue Allen

Next up was Andrew Martin who gave us a poem inspired by Banksy where “affluence burns a hole in Banksy’s pocket” his next poem; Injuries, explored the 34 celebrities injured during the Jump. Shssh looked at how the best places in Britain are a secret but are usually in Scotland or the north of England.

Fay Deller gave us some typically poignant poems on firstly the theme of love, Daydreams, “in a place where judgement melts and fades away” Opinions dealt powerfully with racism and Hope looked at homelessness, where it will hopefully be part of a collection on homelessness. Fay ended her set with the Knowing which is part of the women poets booklet Sheroes.

John Humphreys John has recently uncharacteristically tried to use modern technology, using his phone at Light Night, trying in his words “to be super cool and super modern.”

John’s first poem used the words of two women war correspondents. John included the evocative and sad lines A broken heart is a shabby thing” and “the world has been very unlovely in my eyes and I feel unlovely in it.”

John ended with a poem about rebirth using an Aboriginal word but as he was running over time had to read the poem very fast!

Lytisha promised us lots of miserable poems. Lytisha did a lovely poem for her mum “If I were a unicorn”, and then a poems about the love of a dying grandmother for her grandchild. Her final poem used the great metaphor of a Russian doll, in a poem about grief, where “at first your grief will be the outer doll” with the last doll “solid, fits not in your hand, but in your heart always. “

Lytisha Tunbridge

Our final DIY Poet was Jake whose opening line was “it’s not the summer of love and said he was “single and miserable” Jake opened with My Friend Peter which he described as his favourite love song “I’m tired of sleeping with myself” Jake ended with a poem about the difference between want and need “to want is transcendent, to look for more than just the mechanics.”

Without Frank there would be no DIY poets, so it is fitting he should open the second act. The master of the short form, he begins with a threat to do 35 poems, he manages four. First looking back at John Clare, before turning to reminiscence of his own more hirsute days, lamenting that “the quiff is dead” His next poem celebrates Georgie Best, talent on pitch and self-destruction off. The final poem “Stones in my running shoes” gives a positive message of resilience, discard those that don’t support you, and don’t keep on carrying stones in your shoes.

X by Frank McMahon

Matt comes next, a poet I always delight in hearing, his first poem concentrates on light shining through the chinks of doubt, I’m 95% sure, but I’m focussing on that 5%. Next he shares a touching glimpse into love and advice provided by his Grandmother. Third up to the open mic is Trevor “Exit Wound” seems to describe the pain of unrequited love, this is followed by what might be an exploration on the transience of beauty or certainty of night –“Dawn” rushes in and is gone, leaving… what?. Kevin takes to the mic next, with a powerful protest poem of planet-sized anger, demanding and inspiring change through people. Vron comes next escaping the supermarket, to enjoy cool evening air, freedom and the coming of spring, followed by a love poem of opposites, balancing the downsides of long distance, with the upsides and possibility of enduring love. Ella is next willing on a confession of love with rhythms building urgency in “fluffy socks”. In her second poem, in the midst of a cold, Ella remembers her mum with great warmth. Next to the stage is a newcomer Dave his poem “the joy of the gents” gives comedic insight into the unknown abyss, followed by the fates of the moray haiku and fellatio, with only a hint of ooh err missus. Hazel, our host of the first half, closes with a communal love poem, imploring an element of audience participation.

Laura Grevel relatively new to the DIY poets, but already has made such an impact and is one many have been excited and intrigued to see a feature length set from. She took to the stage like a natural, and can be relied upon to provide surprising and engaging story telling powers. The audience is captivated as Laura unfolds the geography of her life, in such a way as one unfolds a map never to be able to fold it back again. We begin, as all good stories do, at the beginning, in America, and who would have thought… working from that repeating refrain to introduce the heroine of this story of her own making to leave for Austria, Switzerland, England and, finally to here, on this very stage before our eyes. Who would’ve thought? Next we are invited, on turning 40, into the intimate setting of an Austrian Mountain top Tupperware party. Here language barriers are overcome with cake, generosity and shared rituals, woven with memories of childhood and wishes for the future into homesickness brought on by the familiar popsicle tray. We head out blinking, into the cold, stopping only to consider the brilliance of the sky and to wonder at the unfurling of a new identity.

Her third piece, first in German and then translated, the Texas woman in Liebenaum reflects on new life and a survival strategy of concentrating on the moment, standing in the now. Next we are asked, well, do we really want to know the truth about Italy and Verona? A confusing red tape nightmare, yet a song of mixed experience emerges, with mixed, close living quarters, mixed feelings, mixed with confusion of visa bureaucracy and pollution making it hard to see, hard to think clearly, a school for the children? and building tension and urgency before finding the truth, which comes in the form of a female cyclist, dressed in white, providing pause and breath in the poem. Next to Geneva, where an old woman in angry voice accusingly helps discover the strong voice of our heroine narrator. Unfortunately running short on time our heroine concludes her journey, but we are left wanting more, having fallen into the story tellers trap, looking round to seek out characters we’ve met and wishing to go back inside the tale… I for one really hope this act could be developed into a full length, one woman show. Laura is enthralling to watch and listen to, with such attention to character and atmosphere you feel you were inside the pome itself. However the evening must come to a close and not before the wonderful as ever, music from Elaine, a friend and supporter of DIY poets and a talented singer songwriter. She moved the crowd with a mix of clever covers with a unique twist (not many people can pull off Queen like that), and originals (including ponderings on Bill Gates childhood and lyrics inspired by geeky tv characters). A great end to yet another great evening from DIY poets at the Maze.

DIY Poets Showcase May


DIY Poets Storm The Abbeydale Beer Festival Sheffield

DIY Poets Storm The Abbeydale Beer Festival Sheffield

By Martin Dean

As venues go this was one of the most impressive I have seen in a while. A 1920’s picture house – the only one of its kind left in Sheffield. Three DIY poets, Martin Grey, Hazel Warren and yours truly made the trip to Sheffield for the second Indie Beer Feast. This gorgeous venue was packed with a variety of mouthwatering ales/lagers and street food and was a sell-out.

DIY Poets Storm The Abbeydale Beer Festival Sheffield
The food court which was originally built as a theatre separate from the cinema area became our performance area. Taking to the stage in front of an appreciative audience Martin introduced us to the delights of roundabout sponsorship, and fond memories of his grandfather in Fish, Chips, Bread and Butter and a Cigarette. Hazel regaled us with a series of tales in her own inimitable style beginning with ‘Brew Love’ and including my favourite which carries the admonition that ‘you shouldn’t be able to touch your spleen’.

DIY Poets Storm The Abbeydale Beer Festival Sheffield
Martin Dean
DIY Poets Storm The Abbeydale Beer Festival Sheffield
Martin Grey

My own contribution included ‘Picture Postcard from Turin’ with plenty of Italian food-based imagery and ‘Pop Up Tea Room’ which brought the traditional tea room concept into modern multicultural Britain.
All in all a great afternoon of fun and culture in a memorable setting.

DIY Poets Storm The Abbeydale Beer Festival Sheffield

DIY Poets Maze 15 November 2018

DIY Poets Maze 15 November 2018

DIY Poets Maze 15 November 2018

Second Half Review by John Humphreys

A warm welcome from our ever-genial host Andrew and the 2nd part of the DIY poets’ slot had begun.

DIY Poets Maze 15 November 2018
Rude Awakenings by Sue Allen

First up in the 2nd half was Sue, with an ever-stylish line of hats for her wonderful mix of feminism and humour and a new poem, about lies insincerity and mistrust – must be those men again. Then from her fabulous book, the monkey mind emerges, with the ape-shit monkey brain that sounded like very hard work. The delivery as ever with a Cheshire cat grin and a knowing look.

Next up, our founder Frank, with the Wolverhampton warrior on fine form and the great Detectorists poem, the double denim Status Quo age. No arguments from me as a life-long closet Quo fan and a big fan of the BBC 4 comedy gold. Then reading without notes – the scary no stabilizers approach like a high wire trick. In a classic Frank set, a cycling metaphor followed linking to the ever-obtuse higher education world. Next my favourite poem using a Dr Who metaphor, where parents argue, and real life is scarier than the Daleks and you don’t have a Tardis. Bass players next with a Paul McCartney big up – yes it really happened, finishing afterwards with Wizard of Oz imagery, all behind the curtain but with Frank in the spotlight.

DIY Poets Maze 15 November 2018Jake next to regale us with the prog-rock hair nicely in place, “wires everywhere” he cries, referring to the band’s elaborate set up and trailing death-traps. HP Lovecraft cover to begin – with a nasty man conjuring up all sorts of frights in Sonnet Part 5, but Jake’s at home with the homecoming demons. Next up a song cover, Trapeze anyone? No me neither, but in 1972 (you can’t be old enough Jake), this prog-ish band went ‘way back to the bone’ – sweet chaos indeed from the dark-side.

Laura’s exotic burr next, but which mic to use? Err on the right side for now. First up we hear the vowels again today, followed by a dark day, singing and slapping with ‘my poems all brash’ – with audience clap along to this very intoxicating sound. She is a ‘mad, mad girl’ she says, but one we rather like, with her big black hole and all that comes with it.

Lytisha then follows with a flower in her hair as a symbol of effort, remembrance and self-awareness. In her 40-word Nottingham poem she talks of dragons, trees, tigers, pagans and half-dressed bananas amongst other mad things. Hurrah for We Shall Overcome – well done to all involved – Lytisha take a bow as a main organiser. Then to precarity the mystery cat (apologies to TS Elliot) but he’d surely approve of the sentiments here and well the Maze certainly does, as an intense light is shone on austerity – let’s chase it out folks.

DIY Poets Maze 15 November 2018Hazel follows with a single poem, the theatre of the bedroom window, what a rainbow of a poem and next time, can we have more please, as we think you’re fab, he said speaking for everyone. Andrew follows with a National Gallery, political vision poem that is short but very sweet -one of your best I think. How lucky we are to have a group with so many talented writers and performers, but the talent was to keep flowing as we brought on the open mic.

Open Mic

An audience member named Rachel first up to give us root vegetables and Brexit, food and the tuba, all together with double decker buses and much more wonderment. There’s a home at DIY Poets Rachel should you be so inclined me thinks.

Next up our own Kevin Jackson and some love poems, through the raw shadow of a tiger which makes us feel as alive as the performance. Politics next with the hard hitting ‘better dead than gay’ spouting father playing God of harm and hate and singing the “suffocation of love” and all our anger and sadness hangs on each word.

Next up another of ours, the dapper Martin Dean, plugging for poets for 12 January with your 1 minute poems (at the Lord Roberts). His first poem speaks of nuclear physics and elementary particles and underground labs. Science is much more compelling all of a sudden to this luddite. Next we are asked, rabbit or horse as we begin to get double vision from this singular poet. Following on is someone who feels like an old friend who we’ve known forever, Joy Rice billed as the “bard of Bullwell” or the “Piccadilly Poet” as Joy would have it. Its Brexit again folks, but with a shortage of sperm! You had to be there, but very amusing and unexpected. Local dialect time comes after with “bogger talk” if you’re that way inclined, bogger it it’s great and gets smiles all round.

Daron, my Speech Therapy brother, ends this part of the night with a stormer, as is his norm and this reviewer loves the tale of Glastonbury “rising from the levels” and the lay-lines of the ancient and the people who populate it, “bandstand Bolsheviks” and all, definitely my kind of revolution. This magic to be bounced into circus sounds and a journey to surpass time on the silk road. Darren thunders sermons from the mount and we, his spellbound congregation, believe.

Mark Gwynne Jones and Psychic Bread

Written under the influence of a far out show!

DIY Poets Maze 15 November 2018A master of psychedelic poetry, fluted, guitared, drummed and keyboarded into my other head, so the poet said “there’s gonna be a show, an end of the world show”. The cymbaling monkey whirled music of the spheres, I’m floating to “the wild dreams of paradise”. The lady of snakes silences and with marbles for eyes, I said to the world goodbye, a carnival of “hey nanna, hey nanna ho”, the constantly moving theatre show, “come and have a go, where too, nobody knows”. To remember the grand old duke of York, then unmask the monkey for new dreams of huge nights and filmic mimics of God’s image, hooray the animals come.

Study grass, holy tangled mess I’m more I’m less and one blade leads the parade, whilst Amarilis tells secrets that we don’t believe, did I choose another way? Only the poet can say, meanwhile a mouth organ plays. Restless feet dance in a whole new trance, a purple baby in a burning brothel it was a gloriously awful way to the end of days. Marmalade on toast, shaving foam conversations, ghost down true lovers walk, then pulled into a door, the universe expands like ships through sands. Don’t confuse the words by half on the road to Matlock Bath, only you can let your cage door open, 5 more minutes please, 5 more minutes please, whilst the reality walls crumble see. The 4 wild horses are finally here, and we cheer and we cheer and we cheer.

DIY Poets – grassroots poetry at its best!










REVIEW – ‘The Curious Dance Between Life and Death’ by Martin Dean

REVIEW – ‘The Curious Dance Between Life and Death’ by Martin Dean

[Reviewed by Leanne Moden]

Martin Dean is a poet with an incredible talent for lush descriptive imagery and the poems in his first collection, ‘The Curious Dance between Life and Death’, tackle the theme of mortality.

It’s an incredibly ambitious subject, and Martin explores it by focusing on individual moments, captured through his evocative words. The collection takes readers on a journey across differing time periods and geographical locations, but the underlying message is the same – life is strange, wonderful and precious, and death is an important part of that cycle.

While poems focusing on life and death could tend towards the maudlin, Martin’s work is engaging and uplifting, and many of the poems are inspired by real historical events and characters, which adds another layer of depth to the writing. We meet steeplejacks and soldiers, doctors and artists, fruit and planets, and it’s this juxtaposition of the large and the small that really brings the human condition into perspective.

Martin is an observant writer, always looking outwards into the world for inspiration. He is also an adept storyteller, and his writing is well-researched, with a historian’s eye for detail. There are also some intensely personal poems in this collection, and ‘Mother and Son’ is a particularly beautiful example, obviously pulled directly from the author’s own experience.

The theme of mortality is handled in a way that allows the poems to each look at the human condition from slightly different standpoints, and readers will finish the collection feeling uplifted, energized and inspired. ‘The Curious Dance Between Life and Death’ is a great addition to any poetry bookcase!

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REVIEW – ‘Haiku of the Dead’ by Alistair Lane

REVIEW – ‘Haiku of the Dead’ by Alistair Lane

[Reviewed by Leanne Moden]

Imagine if George A. Romero had written Dawn of the Dead as a series of delightfully witty, irreverent and gruesome poems, or if Capcom had made Resident Evil with an even more lyrical sensibility. Imagine if Sam Raimi had told the story of Evil Dead as a surreal public service announcement, and Ash spent the entire film kicking butt and talking in haiku. If that all sounds like good fun to you, then you will absolutely love this new poetry collection by Nottingham-based author and DIY Poet Alistair Lane.

REVIEW – ‘Haiku of the Dead’ by Alistair Lane

‘Haiku of the Dead’ is a tongue-in-cheek A to Z survival guide for the impending zombie apocalypse. It’s a fast-paced, funny book that shows readers what to do should they find themselves trapped in a town filled to the brim with the reanimated corpses of the undead.

Part self-help guide, part dystopian hell-scape, ‘Haiku of the Dead’ pokes fun at the stereotypes surrounding everyone’s favourite brain-eating monsters, and explores what it takes to survive in a hostile, unforgiving environment where everyone wants to eat you!

As you can probably guess, this is something of a comic parody of the zombie genre and while there are jokes aplenty, Alistair also manages to slip in some really interesting commentary about the nature of modern society. When the zombie apocalypse hits, problems like traffic jams, tax returns, bad dates and reality TV will no longer exist – so, it seems there’s always a bright side to the end of the world!

In fact, for a book about an Armageddon, ‘Haiku of the Dead’ is actually strangely uplifting, and Alistair is keen to emphasise that team-work, ingenuity and a little bit of cheeky love-making are all that we need to keep the zombies from the door.

It’s a great metaphor for life and, at its heart, ‘Haiku of the Dead’ is a book about our shared humanity. It’s a thoroughly good read too.

You can pick up your copy of ‘Haiku of the Dead: An A to Z of Survival’ by Alistair Lane, in for kindle or in paperback, from Amazon here:




States of Mind

States of Mind

States of mind

In his latest blog, DIY poet Martin Grey reflects on life changes, procrastination, exhaustion and stepping outside your comfort zone. For anyone trying to fit writing around nine-to-five working this is a real breath of fresh air.

Please do take a look.

REVIEW – ‘Rude Awakenings’ by Sue Allen

REVIEW – ‘Rude Awakenings’ by Sue Allen

[Review by Leanne Moden]

Sue Allen is a witty wordsmith with a talent for finding the Funny in every situation. ‘Rude Awakenings’ is her first collection of poetry, and it’s just as saucy as the title suggests.

There’s plenty of sex and rock & roll sprinkled throughout the book, and Sue does a great job balancing the surrealist pieces with the more serious poems. Whether she’s longing to be Johnny Depp’s string vest, lamenting the puckish nature of her own monkey mind, or thinking about a world where poets do all the town planning (Spoiler alert: it’s a wonderful place but not particularly practical!) this collection of poems has something for everyone.

And, when she’s not comparing men with bras or talking about very risqué alarm clocks, Sue’s poetry also has plenty of bite. Many of the more serious poems in the collection come from a place of female frustration, and her frequent references to fairy tales and witches show a writer interested in reality versus perception, as well as the shifting roles of women in society. Sue’s writing talks a lot about the power relationships between men and women, and her poems always have something to say about how we relate to one another.

My favourite poem in the collection, ‘Upsetting the Apple Cart’, is a rebellious call to arms for anyone who has ever been excluded, oppressed or forgotten, and the final poem in the book, ‘Margery’s Revenge’ is a fantastic ‘up yours’ to anyone who has ever abused their position of power.

There are plenty of laughs in ‘Rude Awakenings’ but there’s also plenty to get your teeth into, too.

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