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Tag: storytelling
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Smoke Beyond the Moor: Heathcliff’s Lost Heritage
Author’s note This expanded reimagining grew from my earlier piece, Smoke Beyond the Moor — Heathcliff. The original remains on the site as it was written. This version keeps the same premise, but gives Heathcliff more room to think, remember and discover what may have been hidden from him. This is not presented as Emily…
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She Who Holds the Crown
A storytelling session for International Women’s Day This International Women’s Day, audiences were invited into a powerful and deeply personal storytelling experience: “She Who Holds the Crown.” The session explored the strength, humour, resilience and quiet authority of Romany Gypsy women — the women who have carried culture, memory and survival through centuries of change,…
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Smoke Beyond The Moors-Heathcliffe
Introduction This is not a rewriting of Wuthering Heights. It is an imagining of the silence around it. In Emily Brontë’s novel, Heathcliff arrives without history, a child from Liverpool, marked as “Gypsy,” and treated as other from the moment he steps through the door of Wuthering Heights. The text gives us fragments of who…
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We Will Be Here: Proud Gypsy Travellers First Steps into Spoken Word and Craft
“We Will Be Here”: Proud Gypsy Traveller’s First Steps into Spoken Word and Craft at Wild Rumpus This weekend, Proud Gypsy Traveller CIC will take its very first steps into the public arts space—bringing story, skill, and spirit to Wild Rumpus: Leaving No Trace at Homestead Park.As a newly formed community-led organisation, we are proud…
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The Scent of Death Hung in the Air
The Scent of Death Hung in the Air I left my family singing and telling ghost stories and I walked into the village to buy bread. My little sister danced happily around the fire as my mother prepared the meal.I heard a slow rumble of thunder and looked to the sky as the military trucks…


