Category: blog
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Leaving is a Long Road
Some things are a little too sensitive to deal with. Out of embarrassment or shame or your own habit for making excuses. For me one of these things was my day job. My CV has always read a little strange. A BA and MA in Literature and Writing and then admin jobs in fields connected to […]
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The Sprung Floor: A Poem for Irreverent Dance
As a part of the Christmas Celebrations for Irreverent Dance this week, I took to the stage and read the following poem, which I wrote especially for the evening. I was very honoured to be amongst such a receptive and warm audience and it was a joy to watch so many other very talented people […]
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Moving On
I am asked to write down my addresses for the past five years. I stare seriously into nothingness as I mentally recount those places. I see my name above lines of addresses. At 167 Broadway, I lived for a year in a freezing apartment. It was the bottom floor of a grand mansion. The rooms […]
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THERAPY: THE END OF THE YELLOW FOLDER (PART THREE)
Part 1 and Part 2 My first German class was in a cramped attic classroom right at the top of my new school. The rooms had been the living quarters of the teachers about twenty years ago. My new school was large and centred around a beautiful old mansion. The sixthform block was across three floors of the mansion. It was […]
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Therapy: The Boy With The Yellow Folder (Part TWO)
Every morning on the bus ride in to school as more and more kids got on through the other villages and the town, the taunting grew and grew. Someone would almost always say something. They’d laugh about my hair, try and steal my bag, throw things at my head. It was a school bus, no-one […]
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Therapy: The Boy With The Yellow Folder (Part ONE)
When I was at school I carried around a yellow lever-arch folder. I preferred to carry it rather than jam it awkwardly into my school bag. That rectangle of yellow against the navy blue of my uniform became a shield against everything. When the school first found out I had a crush on another boy, […]
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11 Things I need to tell tourists about the London Underground
1.You don’t need to press the buttons on the tube trains to open the doors this will do nothing AT ALL and make you look like a tit. HOWEVER you will need to press the buttons on DLR trains and if you don’t this will make you look like a tit. 2. Tottenham Court […]
Ed Garvey-Long: Poetry & Careers 