'couldn't call anyone brave
or not brave'
Thomas Weston
1st July 2009
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an archive of poems 2006 to 2017
Arts Council
The Heritage Lottery Fund
About the poetry
We use the stuff of the everyday to make poems. Allowing ordinary voices to be privileged : allowing both participants own voices (their clean language, dialect, slang, spelling, their sound) and their physical condition (dementia, forgetfulness, non-linear logic, physical difficulties) to be part of the poem-making.
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