The collection is shaping up, even though it’s destined for my car boot!

I’m getting closer to finalising at least the end section of my book, which deals with just as difficult themes as the chapbook, un(in)formed, but includes more free verse. If the last one wasn’t suitable for a primary school library, this one definitely isn’t.

So many of the poems are clinging on to the list, despite my best efforts to ignore them.

My computer is currently playing ‘Who Do You Think You Are?’ by the Spice Girls, just to add to the vibe.

Here’s a contents page of sorts:

Current collection – May 2025

Air is a Luxury (displayed in Ilkon art gallery and currently up in Fleet Arts’ Create Space in Belper)

Cromford Mills (new May 2025)

Queen of Cakes (half blogged)

DH Lawrence’s Horn (blogged etc)

Markeaton Brook (sent to Bad Betty)

This Poem is not Plastic Free (1 min – published in the Blue Bird Anthology)

Bud (blogged etc)

As the Sea Rises (1 min – unpublished)

Not Waving but Driving (on blog, 2015, edited)

Ode to Derby Assembly Rooms (on Radio Derby, Nottingham, Leicester, Lincolnshire)

The day the music died (45 seconds – Radio Derby – unpublished)

Not Strictly (35 seconds – published in Fig Tree 7)                                               

The Bless (rejected by Rialto)

The Deep Benk (1 min – published Fig Tree/Crooked Spire Press)

One Straw (1 min 5, part of the Poet-Trees exhibition 2024 but not the book, Radio Derby on National Poetry Day 2024)

Trauma (sent to Bad Betty)

Raft (part of the Poet-Trees exhibition in Belper in 2023)

Guzzle (sent to a poetry prize once – inspired by Red Sky Sessions)

Meditation on the A38 (Radio Derby – recorded and on this blog)

Sandpit (35 seconds – unpublished – Radio Derby, World Haiku Day)

Anyway, feeling so very privileged to be alive at the moment and to be living in a place and time when I can sit and think.

Air is a Luxury
In the infinities between minutes
I contemplate escape

Most of the time I am tied up in knots
Not knowing which string to pull

I have too many masks to choose
And none of the characters I play will talk to each other

Sometimes I carve myself a piece of light
And watch my garden go wild

I breathe it all in
The sunshine sets me free

As seen in the Ilkon Gallery, Ilkeston, in April 2025, with thanks to Fleet Arts and Claire Simpson

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My new poem ‘The Day the Music Died’ will be on Radio Derby tomorrow at 9.45pm

Tune in to the Evening Show with Martyn Williams tomorrow evening to listen to my new sonnet about the importance of music.

The picture shows my guitar, which I took out of storage last week after not looking it for about four years and it still plays beautifully. I’ve been brushing up my ukulele playing for the last four years so picking up the guitar again felt quite natural.

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Buddleia

You bud butterflies in purple haze. Bees speak your name, bud, and to spell you is to know you intimately, to smell you is to be 50ft high, climbing over our garage. You bud, and – bud, I need to chop you down, but you may be our only hope.

This is my offering for the #RedSkySessions series 4, ep 1, second exercise, which I am slowly imbibing.

Buddleia poke through the concrete at the overgrown Heanor Hall/Grammar School/South East Derbyshire College site on Mundy Street, Heanor.
Buddleia at the Heanor Hall/Grammar School/South East Derbyshire College site on Mundy Street, Heanor 9/9/2022
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My books

Two books, 22 years apart. un(in)formed was published by Bearded Badger Press in 2021, exposé was published by UEA in 1998.

Here’s a photo of my two books I took for my Instagram because I could. They came out 22 years apart and I am very proud to have had the chance to publish both of them. un(in)formed is available at https://www.beardedbadgerpublishing.com/online-store/UN-IN-FORMED-by-Becky-Deans-p311736067 along with other chapbooks in the series from Sonia Burns, Camille McCawley and Kevin Qweaver Jackson.

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You can now pre-order my chapbook, un(in)formed, on the Bearded Badger Press website.

It’s finally here – and I’m not sure I ever thought it would be – but here’s the link to the orders for my chapbook, un(in)formed. https://www.beardedbadgerpublishing.com/online-store/UN-IN-FORMED-by-Becky-Deans-p311736067

Please show some love to Paul Handley’s new press, Bearded Badger Publishing, and buy the sett – including Rory Aaron’s new collection, doglike, and the new novel by Drew Gummerson, Seven Nights at the Flamingo Hotel.

The cover of Becky’s chapbook with a verse of ‘Slab’, one of the poems in the collection.

Drew Gummerson’s book is out now. The two poetry chapbooks can be in your hands by 22 April 2021.

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Poets are copywriters

When I got my first job as a copywriter, I gave my boss my novella, but he made the comment that copywriters needed to be poets rather than prose writers.

I have found the poets need to be copywriters as well. It helps pay the bills and I like doing it.

Since graduating I have worked for so many clients directly, through agencies (mainly London agencies), and through freelance assignments. These clients include Dell, the Treasury, NHSBT (NHS Blood and Transplant), BMW, Oris, DBS (Singapore). As well as writing web-based and print content, I proofread, transcribe, translate or edit translations, compile social media posts.

You can find my copywriting site at www.beckydeans.co.uk

Rationale for a creative ad I once wrote in partnership with a designer for NWAS.
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DH Lawrence’s Horn

If DH chose a musical instrument, surely he would pick a sax? I wrote this unofficially for the 2018 Clarinet and Saxophone Society and put in on Instagram. It looks like there might be some research in Lawrence and jazz.

DH Lawrence’s Horn

He liked the feel of it in his mouth

He liked the sassiness of its sound

He liked its curves, its brassiness

And its perfectly shaped bell.

It wasn’t him to fiddle or flaunt

He’d have honked and horned

His flutter tonguing was perfect

As was his slap.

Becky’s saxophone at Papplewick Pumping Station, Nottinghamshire, with thanks to the venue for letting her use it for a photo and video shoot.
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‘Meditation on the A38’ sound file #poetry #saxophone #woodwind #breathingexercises #meditation #childrensmentalhealthweek #mentalhealth #anxiety

BBC Derby put waves behind this, and I did initially record this with waves in the background, but they weren’t my own waves. If we ever get to go on holiday again, and there’s a quiet day, I will record this again by the sea.

Meditation on the A38

Please note that this comes from a poet and saxophone teacher who used to do guided meditations in yoga. I am not a qualified therapist of any kind.

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Find ‘Slab’ in the Bearded Badger Publishing TRA[verse] free sampler

Today the poetry showcase, featuring work from nine poets, is finally available. Go to beardedbadgerpublishing.com to download the full sampler, with contributions from Rory Aaron, me, Kevin Qweaver Jackson, Jack Cunnington, Oliver Cowley, Cullen Marshall, Sonia Burns, Camille McCawley and Anita Jackson.

Our journeys might be different, but our love of words brings us together.

You can find it here:

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I am going to be on @bbcderby on Monday 8 February with Sally Pepper at 12.15pm with my new poem ‘Meditation on the A38’ #amwriting #amperforming

Check out http://www.facebook.com/writebeckydeans for further details.

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