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 ProjectThe 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.
Buy now - £6.60Don’t Throw Away the Daisies (illustrated)
Ann’s poetry covers the big topics of love and death with originality. Take for instance the title poem which is full of surprises yet also wonderfully poignant.
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The Garden and the Oleander Poem.
It is now seven years since we bought the Oleander (above in the center) in a pot from London, it had belonged to my mother. We were advised that … Continue reading
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The Naked Bike Ride – well this is Brighton
World Naked Bike Ride, the Brighton event celebrates bikes and bodies, protests against car culture and demonstrates cyclists’ power and vulnerability. It’s also great fun! Rides have taken place every June since 2006. The dress code for the bike ride … Continue reading
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A picture post – was a funny old week
Monday – Goodness knows what the balloons were about, discovered them … Continue reading
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Rottingdean on May 31st
I loved the couple chatting under a poster for Romeo and Juliet, the informality of the bridesmaids wandering up the road for a wedding at St Margaret’s. The ducks, the cafe, the sculptures in the garden of the … Continue reading
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A second outing in 50 years.
The marionettes are off to Duke of York’s Cinema, Brighton tonight to see a special screening of Richard Attenborough’s Oh! What a Lovely War’. They do of course feature briefly ‘in all their glory’ in the film, but what an … Continue reading
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Ann Perrin 