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This year, I intend to make more collages and poem collages to add to those I made in 2020, and previously, which I've shown you in several posts, such as Collage Poems (from 2017); Once Upon a Lockdown (sequence of nine prose poems/collages from 2020); Collages of Exasperation (also from 2020). In my collage work,… Continue reading Collages for 2021
I've written about my sequence 'Once Upon a Lockdown' before but this is the first time I've been able to post all nine pieces together. I began this writing as a sequence of diary entries/prose poems/poems and then reworked each section into a collage using natural materials from my garden, photos from my camera roll… Continue reading Sequence of nine prose poems/collages
I wrote a hybrid piece called 'Once Upon a Lockdown' - part poem/prose/diary - and submitted it to The Great Margin with thanks to a small commission from Paper Nations - which I've mentioned before. 'Once Upon a Lockdown' starts in March, when Boris Johnson announced there was going to be a lockdown, and roses… Continue reading Once Upon a Lockdown Rose: collage work and hybrid writing
This is the first creative piece I've made for my Time to Write commission from Paper Nations which I wrote about in a previous post. Paper Nations have asked for creative responses to 'isolation'. I've used text from The Guardian newspaper and found natural materials from my garden. I hope the text of the… Continue reading I have forgotten your fingertips
I've made a poem collage for the Begin Afresh Campaign for Poets for the Planet following their open call for poems which reads as follows: Poets for the Planet warmly invite you to join us in writing poems on the theme of ‘beginning afresh’. We are calling for poems that respond to the need for… Continue reading We found the O My! in No Mow May
The always wonderful Modern Poetry in Translation magazine is running a free online Haiku translation workshop. I have made a collage poem in response to the haiku by Enomoto Seifu which Alan Cummings has translated 'literally' as follows: Falling blossoms Beneath, lying happily A skull Here is my collage poem which I've made by cutting… Continue reading Spring is unfolding before my eyes
Josephine Corcoran 