Many talented writers have responded to a portfolio of my recent photography for a project called Picture This. I am overwhelmed by the beautiful work I've received. I have also worked with photographer and film-maker Craig Thomas, on a short film entitled Still Life, containing a selection of these images. Dorothy Fryd's poetry is spectacular and original. She's the sort of writer that introduces me to seeing the world in a whole new way with every word she writes. Not least in the poem below which is rich with an alerting juxtaposition of images.
Dorothy works for the School of English at Kent University as a Creative Writing Lecturer. Her poetry and fiction has been published in Magazines, Anthologies and Competitions such as The Rialto, BRAND Literary Magazine, Forward Press, Momaya Press, Educating Kenyan Orphans, WordAid (Children in Need Anthology) and Spilling Ink Review.
Pots
For now they stay furled, unfixed. before blossom ready for tricky, unstable youth;
which axil, which bulb, which culture.
This is small reincarnation; young solicitors, young whorling snippings, weathered by recycled motes
flying off / falling in.
They sleep in their elders' beds; so long ago bloomed, like dead saints or dead planets,
whimpered out.
