by Donald Jenkins | Mar 11, 2024 | Poetry
The amplified chime of Greensleeves fills the estate, pricking up the ears of every child within a half mile, like excitable metal detectors who’ve located some treasure, we scurry along back lanes to claim our prize. I don’t ask my mam for...
by Donald Jenkins | Mar 11, 2024 | Poetry
I thought dad’s arm only cared for one thing – downing Broon, sinking pints of Exhibition, repetitive strains from lifting loopy juice that weighed us down, again and again. Mam had enough, arms folded, all fed up, bags packed at station, ready...
by Donald Jenkins | Mar 11, 2024 | Poetry
There is – a stone that connects me to a place I never lived, stories with nostalgia from a childhood that wasn’t mine, fairytales that were told, my eyes feel they didn’t dream, heroes I have met who were gone before I learnt to breathe. There is...
by Donald Jenkins | Mar 11, 2024 | Poetry
Sat in a hipster eatery at the Monument, grazing on a poke bowl with edamame beans, the dwindling noise of a city centre protest plays out in front of us. Viewed through a bay window, this corporate spectator box has the disconnect of a telly browser...
by Donald Jenkins | Mar 6, 2024 | Uncategorized, Writing
Using an exciting range of experiences and physicality including martial arts, athletics and folklore, this company of dancers are constantly in pursuit of finding new things to do with the body. Their energetic feats of movement keep audiences’ jaws dropping. ...
