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Poetry workshop

Seed paper and poetry, a way to grow your own words. Grow your memories, even grow your art. Workshops that talk about difficult subject...

An old friend

Should you one day open your eyes Only to find that death has introduced themselves to someone That you love In the garden your fathers...

Seed mix

Seed collection: Alongside Sci-artist Jay Hampton I have been visiting sites in Liverpool to view wild flower landscapes. At four of...

Passing days

I’ve never been one for keeping track of the days as they pass. My Diary remains blank My calendar usually sticks with march. So isn’t it...

Alive again

Along the rows Of broken disused stone A reminder of what was rears it’s head. The joyful sounds of a buzzing bee Coming over to see; A...

The only home I will own

The first home that I will ever own will have once been a tree A tree that has given five homes, And now one deemed good enough for me...

Seed paper

The paper I have made contains a range of wildflower seeds and was made with the idea people can use the paper to create positive grief...

Poetry

There is a world of poetry in death. I have personally never been to a funeral that has not had some kind of poem read aloud, dedicated...

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