Thanks for that! I'll be performing at the Ken Saro-Wiwa tribute at the
Brixton Jamm on November 10th as I am in the new poetry anthology, Dance
the Guns to Silence: 100 Poems for Ken Saro-Wiwa. There's more info on
http://www.remembersarowiwa.com/events.htm#party.
I'm also launching a new show on November 23rd at the Poetry Cafe in
Covent Garden. It is called Accents on words and is a two woman show
featuring Aoife Mannix & Heather Taylor, containing a unique blend of
poetry & music served up by two extraordinary voices. It will challenge
emotions & help you laugh at the pain of being subsumed into so many
different worlds at once. If anyone wants more information on the show
or
knows of any festivals who'd be interested in having a interesting new
piece of poetry/ music (and a touch of theatre!), I can send it over!
heather
www.heathertaylor.co.uk
> I remember this lovely from your website, you talented woman---a
touching
> tribute.
>
> Do stay a continuing presence here, Heather.
>
> Why can't I seem to find you in London or thereabouts? I'll be in
Wilton
> Wilts UK 'til 10th November.
>
> Most best and prolly getting better; it certainly feels that way,
doesn't
> it?
>
> Judy
>
>> From: Heather Taylor <[log in to unmask]>
>> Date: 2005/11/02 Wed PM 12:09:16 EST
>> To: [log in to unmask]
>> Subject: Snapshot - confinement
>>
>> Confinement
>>
>> After school care turned 24 hour close watch
>> when ER doctors prescribed a housebound state:
>> the march of red measle ants thru checked corridors
>> made hospital reprieves deadly for shrivelled lungs,
>> pneumonia turning bronchioles into tiny fists.
>>
>> My sleep surpassed counting sheep to 5 day affairs,
>> consciousness a parade of banana syrup,
>> toast soldiers, my mom's open palm pounding my back,
>> to spasms as I monkey-hung off of her knee,
>> my head two fingers from a mixing bowl turned bucket.
>>
>> My mum became warden,
>> I became ungrateful,
>> my house became the pillow
>> that suffocated me in the night.
>>
>> It isn't til now, years passed like tabloid papers,
>> that I remember her sat days at my bed
>> my pre-pubescent frame relearning how to breath
>> while she willed me back to life through sleep hungry nights,
>> her hand a light touch on my back, a salvation.
>>
>> Heather
>> www.heathertaylor.co.uk
>>
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