September saw the five year anniversary of my writer’s group, Roath Writers. I am still in awe of how the group has grown into its own kind, enthusiastic, thoughtful and creative community. My dream of carving out a small space to talk poems and write with new people has been so far exceeded I wonder if…
Category: Writers Group
Roath Writers Anthology Launch at RARA
Three years is not long in the scheme of things and yet there is something significant about it. When I started Roath Writers three years ago I could not see beyond the first session, could not imagine people coming again and again – the early mornings picking poetry, the late nights at the pub. I…
Writers Welcome
One of my favorite things about being a freelance writer is meeting other writers. And, not just writers, but artists, musicians, woodworkers, choreographers, singers, actors and anyone else with a unique and exciting passion. There is a reason why people engaged in these pursuits are considered to be part of a ‘creative community’. Because we…
ATTIC documentary: A Matter of Perspective
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Last year I was lucky enough to facilitate MARGIN, a writer’s group which responded to exhibitions at ATTIC, a contemporary gallery concerned with scientific, personal and cultural understandings of the mind. This documentary beautifully illustrates ATTIC’s work and ethos. I feel honored and incredibly grateful to have been a part of it. You can read…
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Last year I was lucky enough to facilitate a writer’s group called MARGIN which aimed to respond to the Rapid Cycling project at ATTIC, a contemporary gallery concerned with scientific, personal and cultural understandings of the mind. Over the course of six months our group examined work from different artists, discussed the relationship between creativity…
Roath Writers
Tonight I watched a few members of my Roath Writers group read work from our very first anthology, To the pub and back again, at Waterloo Gardens Teahouse. As I sat sipping my cucumber water and listening to their poems and stories I could not help but think about how far we’ve come. I never…
Christina Thatcher 