Joanne Tedds

- Experiments with a faceless profile.

Subject to Change

Going Square
She has been writing and performing and procrastinating for a number of years but once and most recently decided to tackle a large (self-motivated) writing project. This project aims to explore the fragility of memory, the intrusion of audience, the normalcy of sordidness and the complicated coping methods employed to deal with the aforesaid. Such phrases are what she would refer to as CLOBS - convincing lines of broken silence.

In the between, Jo writes ditties and poems about the things that kiss and cross her heart.

She is here because she would like to share extracts and chunks and slithers and because she would love to continue the conversation or, even start a new one with you.

Thanks for passing by,
Until the future,

Jo xx
Words from Joanne

  • Attention

    Written on 22/11/11

    She throws a darting eye to her quivering knee and back over her fidgeting fingers. Her lower lip, which is slightly smaller than her top lip, is jutting out further than usual and I can see... read more

  • Nostalgia (With Amendments)

    Written on 22/11/11

    Unlike most people, Freddy liked October. Clear skies and crisp air cut through the complacency of summer and made a man want to work. Factory work and sunshine was the devils joke. Not that... read more

  • Deep Recession

    Written on 22/11/11

    His depression is different to mine, and it is different to Wills. His stands on his shoulders, and instead of covering his eyes, it holds them open, Forces him to look, strain,See a world... read more

  • Water Falls

    Written on 04/10/11

    I saw four dead pigeons in one waterfall The children gazed then played With nothing Or little to say Changing focus and attention and direction ... read more

  • Home is Where I'm Not

    Written on 04/10/11

    Home is where I'm not, Racing pylon lines and hedgerows, I watch, as an occasional barn, House or tractor Smudge passed Like lipstick lost on glass Speeding through lush flatlands... read more

  • Wailing

    Written on 04/10/11

    Look at me My face red, adamant, Refusing to bruise or swell Someone I once knew well Used to call it whaling Strange, to know well once Time passes, Change hands out new... read more

  • The Coolness

    Written on 19/04/11

    I've tried to write a few times And the opening line is always My last, A future shaped forever By a lyric from my past Your shadow passes me Walks next to me even, Odd that, ... read more

  • Waiting On A Title

    Written on 30/08/10

    Lifetimes, course along like rivers, Quick and slower at times, Still and deep, Hemmed in by banks of old familiar, Cheered on by friendly groves, Punctuated with surprises, Twists... read more

  • Sprung

    Written on 28/03/10

    As light slowly laps the floorboards, How wonderful it would be To soak up sunshine Drench every cloth and rag With the brightness Squeeze it ... read more

  • Sickness (Good Grief)

    Written on 07/02/10

    Sickness I feel sick and twisted, And sort of confused. I want to run near to nowhere, But I don’t think I can move. ... read more