Guest bloggers

Here every member of Wrote Under has the opportunity to ramble on the net about their day-to-day activities, things that annoy them, and if they want, discuss what they bring to Wrote Under.

This will be a great way for the world to see the range of characters that we have, and to promote individual work!


Katy

Lizzie sent me two of her creations to publish on the blog

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Flies In Me Toilet

I've got flies in my toilet
Suckin off me drips
Flies in me toilet
Lickin off me lips
I've got flies in me toilet
Waitin for the brown
There's flies in me toilet
I'm not fuckin sittin down.




Warrior

Copper sweet blood hangs in the air,
I’ve killed you and all of your kind,
You who participate and revel
In the molestation of my mind.

Your desperate arrogance has been impaled
On my cat’s claw suit of armour,
No longer will you victimise
With deceitful oaths of ardour.

My interest in you all has waned,
I have x-rayed your faithless bones.
We fought a war, your kind and I,
From which I emerged alone.

Alone but cutting in my razor dress
With my fiercely articulate silence:
Stay away, don’t come any closer,
A man’s world ends in violence.



Personally 'flies in me toilet' is a favourite!

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Member Interview



Member Name: Samantha Hunt

Position(s) : I was co-vice chair for a bit,then Chair all by myself and now it's not a chair anymore I'm a co-facilitator with Lizzie Smith.

Member Since: It's been so long! At least 2 years.

What do you do in Wrote Under?

I make sure that we have agendas for the meetings! No,seriously,I help top run the meetings and make sure that all of the members are in the loop with what's going on. I organise events-like our gig at this year's artsfest and Moseley festival. I perform poetry on mental health issues as well,which I wouldn't be able to do without Wrote Under.

And outside of Wrote Under?

I'm training in Counselling and then there's my little girl,Rosie and I'm a mental health 'stop the stigma' campaigner too.

Ah yes,your baby..

She was made by Wrote Under! I met my partner through Wrote Under- he was a member at the time and things went steadily downhill from there...she's one in November and almost shares her birthday with another member,Brendan Higgins.

What's your best Wrote Under moment?

I love it all! I think that one of them has to be a great gig at this year's Moseley Festival,or finally seeing our first book 'Three Go Mainstream' in print. Or when I walked in to a gig with little Rosie in my arms and she was only three days old and Brendan said 'The ventroloiqist has arrived' . Very funny.

And does Rosie like poetry?

Well,I'm trying. I've bought her a baby poetry dvd. She's talking now,so there's hope. I'll have her on stage soon..


What's your favourite TV proggrame?

Well,I'm supposed to be all literary and say I never watch TV;but I do like Eastenders. Or X Factor.That's good. Of course,Radio 4's more my thing. Of course.

and poets?

I like strong women. Maya Angelou has been my favourite ever since I was about twelve. I like Sylvia Plath,Ted Hughes,Dylan Thomas,all sorts really. I'm very open; I'll read anything if I enjoy the first few lines.

What was the last thing that you read?

Right now an e-mail from Liz Smith,my partner in Wrote Under crime about something on at the theatre.

And the last text message you got?

From my boyfriend telling me Jim called and told him the flyers for the weekend will be here soon . Wrote Under is taking over my life!

And on that note.....

More get to know your members soon!

Heya,



Through The Cracks: A personal story of childhood abuse that slipped through the net.
by Sam Hunt


When I first heard the news of Baby P, I was playing with my own daughter on the floor,stacking shapes and bricks.
I only caught the tail end of the news on BBC,as so often happens thesedays,and turned over to watch it on another channel. I gasped in shock at the 'horrific' injuries and appauling treatment of this twenty-month old baby,broken bones,bruises and even a broken back. I followed the story over the next few days with morbid fascination;as more and more details emerged,pictures appearing in newspapers. It almost broke my heart. Not just because I am a mother of a blonde angelic looking one year old,myself,but because of the phrases I was hearing and reading 'slipped through the net','failed by those meant to protect him' ,'visited by social workers sixty times' .

I thought back to my own childhood,and asked where the net was then. And if it can ever truly protect those children at risk.
As a young child,my mother left and my brother and I were sent to live with my father. A court case that dragged out for over twelve months decided our fate and social workers and solicitors wrote pages and pages of reports. I was Child A,a letter on a piece of paper. There were arguments in big offices,we were sent to