- After lockdown I was a poet.
- My world needed holding steady: I listened. I wrote.
- I wrote about things that lurked in my unconscious, people, the trees, what the trees told me and the hills (they told me things too).
- I wrote a book (rúnian – that means whisper in Old English); I recorded an album, a spoken word and music version of that book – Words of a Fiddler’s Daughter was born (me and The Ciderhouse Rebellion).
- I was published in another book (called Viral Verses).
- I wrote another book because I couldn’t help it.
- It isn’t out yet.
- I kept writing.
- I can’t help it.
- Words of a Fiddler’s Daughter has another project, it is Arts Council funded: Ironstone Tales.
- Either my head or the world won’t quieten down, I don’t mind.
- I am a poet.
Poet
