The hole in the wall
A little boy looks into a dry stone wall and imagines who might inhabit it. Poem with illustrations. A6 softback (postcard size) 24 pages.
Words and illustrations by Ann Perrin
Produced by The Dry Stone Walling Education Project
The Puppeteers Daughter
The poems explore the complexity of life as the daughter of marionette makers and performers. There are poems concerned with life, love and loss, also the seaside, artists, allotments and the eccentricities of life.
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Don’t Throw Away the Daisies (illustrated)
- More life and times of ageing puppeteer, writer and poet.
- My poem translated into Italian – Bluebells – Garden – Memoir.
- March – another month is flying by…
- Emerging from the chaos of 2020 inevitably older but wiser?
- Telegoons – based on The Goon show – their role in my downfall!
- Creativity – lockdown – but everything is the garden is lovely!
- Talking to myself – pictures – poems
- Early summer in the garden. Pictures -puppet – poems
- Memories – VE day in Balmore Street London N.19 and poetry.
- Happy Easter
- The way the brain may cope with self isolation –
- A magical mother – pictures – poems – stories.
- Hands upon hands and so expressive.
- Signs of spring in Saltdean despite wild weather…
- A garden poem and love the marionettes!
- Lace making – poem and pictures
- Pure escapism painting, photography, singing and puppets.
- Sorting essays, stories and photos of our marionettes at last.
- Keeping my spirits up in February – nature – haiku – wonderful museum visit.
- Welcoming the New Year
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Tag Archives: John McCullough
I have spent the last week sorting out archive boxes full of essays, stories, my mother’s notes, pages of family history, photos of our marionettes taken over several years. There was an early journal about a school journey to France … Continue reading
With our white rabbit on the front cover and John McCullough’s and Tim Dooley’s wonderful endorsements on the back my new collection of poetry has just taken flight! The back page says ‘The poems explore the complexity of life as … Continue reading
of John McCullough’s eagerly awaited new collection ‘Spacecraft’ and Claire Trevien’s ‘Asteronymes’ published by Penned in the Margins. Plenty of erudite comments on both books from the likes of Ruth Padel, Sarah Howe, D.A Powell … Continue reading
A full house and Michaela Ridgway on form tonight – telling usbriefly about her schooldays in Wales and reading us a list of almost mouthwatering words that her friends used at the time. Noticed the list included Kusti which I thought was … Continue reading
Could be for those with an instinct for poetry and who were born, work or live in Sussex. Brighton has got a new competition and you have all summer to come up with a winning poem! So come on, could … Continue reading
A lovely sunny day in Brighton again! Just the day for the coffee and cake reunion date at the Mock Turtle Cafe with the writers who met at Sussex Uni in 2009! We had been promising ourselves to meet up again … Continue reading
I have always been a great advocate of adult education, I gained my own qualifications as an adult. A BA with the OU at 30, an M.Sc at 50. The latter from Birkbeck, where I studied part-time, while also working … Continue reading
Tonight we have the lovely Robin Lawley hosting, whose deadpan delivery is full of wit and humour. reads his own poetry, improvises to cover changes with mics etc and is a good time keeper. The two poets featured are Jackie … Continue reading
John McCullough was launching his new poem ‘Antinous’ at the British Museum on Thursday, as well as reading from his new book ‘The Frost Fairs’ and running a brilliant poetry workshop. I first met him as … Continue reading
I found some more of my photographs of the house at Lumb Bank, the Church and Sylvia Plath’s grave at Heptonstall, all very poignant. Well what is poetry for but to feed the spirit and all the poems mentioned in … Continue reading