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Words From A Photo

Words from a photo were inspired by the responses of Deborah Caulfield, Miriam Binder, Rohhss Chapman and Tony Connell who all responded to my facebook request to look at a photo I'd taken of a touchstone entry at the Photographers Gallery. This project hosts one regularly changing photo in a ...

Spoken Words

On Tuesday 11 April 2017, I performed on my own at City Voices event  at the Light House Media Centre in Wolverhampton. In the past I have had help and support via friends with reciting my poetry and stories as I didn't have enough confidence to read my ...

3 Wheels

One of my top photos here. I just like the shapes and colours and composition I guess. I also liked the convenience of it. A short walk to the bus stop and there it was; complete with an idea about 3 wheels on a wagon, riding up from memory, which ...

DSM 69 by Dolly Sen

My Book ‘DSM 69’ – Your Support Needed.

DSM 69 is my subversive take on psychiatry through art and writing, and Eleusinian Press, a small publishing company has started a kickstarter campaign to fund a print run so my mischief and mental health activism can reach further into the world. This is what my publisher has written ...

Signs: Push

Another song of exhortation, encouragement. I feel like I've been a long time gone from disability activism, that I've settled for work, photography and poetry, but my street actions were of a time, a time shared by others. I know also that there are others doing and leading the pushing ...

Delete Where Applicable by Dolly Sen

Deleted

Hurt - Deleted Dignity - Deleted Love - Deleted Tears - Deleted Humanity - Deleted Belonging - Deleted Dreams - Deleted Meaning - Deleted Loneliness - Never, ever Deleted

Signs: Crip Hero

I love this sign. I think its the most profound of them all. But its been a bugger. Something to work on. I hate work. Working on writing that is. What was I going to do with this sign? Then on waking up, the opening line came. Buts that’s all, ...

Signs: Majority

Another pic from the Barbican. This one, count them, showing a majority of international crip signs over and above international gender representations. Sometimes I have thought, contrary to the demands of inclusion, that we segregate, go it alone, provide for ourselves, include ourselves and damn all others. I have never thought what ...

colour photograph of a tiled floor holding dust

Dust Poems

1. Dust preserved in memory The Dust dances on a sunbeam Cast through curtains into a darkened room My mother has her cloth hands stayed by a terse instruction Her cloth ears understand Leave the Dust The Dust I’m told by grandma Is but dead skin and hair She wants it there Collecting, nesting, layering the sideboard The physical remains of
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Close Up of Human Ear

Assessment Assassin

What more is there to say? It's all in my poem. It was one of those poems that invades your brain like a diatribe when walking furiously trying not to be late - in my case it was for an art class in a charity run centre for outsiders. Frantically trying ...