Category Archives: Writings

More Radio Shows to Listen to

Here is a link to the last Your Voice Matters with Aiden Dimassimo (singer and songwriter) and Jilliana taking us on another journey of her life

Susi Oddball - "Your Voice Matters". 10/04/15


Plus Mindfulness with Anthony and Michelle

Susi Oddball - "Your Voice Matters" -  Mindfulness

Bridget Whelan’s New Creative Writing Book Radio Interview

Here is a link to Bridget’s Interview which is dedicated to Mike Whelan Enjoy!

Some Poems

Life by Susi Oddball 

Amazing how expendable we are

Our whole life works in a patterned shell

If we are not there it disappears

To be replaced


Lots of spirit and soul people

Energies good and bad

Fighting to survive

Like plants in the wind


Our fruits live, pass word onwards

Our bodies lost to dust

Our life is like a flowing river

Journeying to the mouth


The mouth that feeds us a bigger pathway

The universal ripple of tides

Big to people, but a tiny dot of eternity

Memories live on


Within those who loved the spirit


This is not my poem but must be said

God doesn’t give you the people you want; He gives you the people you NEED… to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into the person you were meant to be. 
One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men…

They bear hardships and they carry burdens,

but they hold happiness, love and joy.

They smile when they want to scream.

They sing when they want to cry.

They cry when they are happy

and laugh when they are nervous.

They fight for what they believe in.

They stand up to injustice.

They don’t take “no” for an answer

when they believe there is a better solution.

They go without so their family can have.

They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.

They love unconditionally.

They cry when their children excel

and cheer when their friends get awards.

They are happy when they hear about

a birth or a wedding.

Their hearts break when a friend dies.

They grieve at the loss of a family member,

yet they are strong when they

think there is no strength left.

They know that a hug and a kiss

can heal a broken heart.

Women come in all shapes, sizes and colours.

They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you

to show how much they care about you.

The heart of a woman is what

makes the world keep turning.

They bring joy, hope and love.

They have compassion and ideas.

They give moral support to their
family and friends.

Women have vital things to say

and everything to give..




This is a piece of work in a workshop with John Hegley and Lorraine Bowen

Needs by Susi Oddball

I need you like a wound needs a healer

I need you like life needs sunshine

I need you like a politician needs a lie

I need you like first nation need to die


Busy by Susi Oddball

Everybody’s good at being busy

I am good at doing that too

But im getting good at the fiddle

To stop me from feeling blue


I want to be good at everything

And loved by everyone too

But I know I have my oddities

And be contented to be loved by a few


Crumbs by Susi Oddball

A tiny speck

Broken and insignificant

Jagged wedges, half eaten

Once perfect, and not bent

When you were round and whole

The taste as sharp as razors

Patterned and uniformed

You were on a roll

Blended mixtures of exotic tastes

Smooth, rounded and fiery

Now you’re just a dream

Another obstacle to be faced

The faded ginger smell, suggested but no longer there

The dull soft biscuit has lost its edge

Held together, moulded now a target and team

No returning to roots, be aware

People are born, give pleasure and hope

They are used in our civilised world

Enticed by promises and false desires

Lured by lies and are unable to cope

No longer noticed by the greedy ones in the universe

Scattered, lost reverted back to a small grain of wheat

Only other crumbs can appreciate this situation

That they too were a biscuit

Here is a poem first published in It May Contain Nuts by Company Paradiso

Supermarket Spillage by susi oddball

I watched as the lid flipped off in slow motion

The naughty child just stood there in amazement

As the cross red faced mum let out

An enormously loud scream of exasperation

Smash!  The large glass jar of egg mayonnaise landed splat on the floor

To the boy, this was a wonderful mess to start skating in

To the mum on her last legs

It was the final straw

A reminder of the complete downside of her life

All in small shattered smithereens

Needing a replacement

Having to be mopped up

How an earth could she explain this to the manager

Oh sorry I snatched the jar off my son before he sneakily put it in the basket

It slipped just like the grip on my life

How tiny she felt as she watched in horror as more children joined in the skating fun!

Alarm bells rang

Not in the shop but in her head

If she did not pull herself together there would be pain

In a low loud sound she bellowed

“And stop”

The whole supermarket seemed to freeze for that one moment

Her life flashed in front of her

She knew what she had to do

She should lay down the law with all her associates

No more saying yes

To the odd couple of quid each week to her neighbour

Who always says?

“I will pay you back” and never does

She will sort out her very wayward son

And set him jobs each week that he has to do to earn his pocket money

She will make sure his dad takes their son out to give her a rest

She will tell her mum and dad not to give her son sweet things unless he has earnt them by being good

She will start to look after her self so she can look after others

It does sound like a Bible of life

And now to tackle the egg mayonnaise stricken manager



Glastonbury Poems 2013

Here are two poems written at Glastonbury I would also like to thank the organisers for making it possible to be there .  so all the organisers A BIG THANK YOU especially for me Haggis Mc Cloud, Charlie Dancey, Sally Mann, Juggley Jane, Claus, Judy, Sam Hermitage, Jean Vidler, Sean, Cat, and a big thank you for my sons Simon and Alex for all their help I love you all It was so nice to see all my friends again Its kind of refreshing to be at a festival and when you come back you really appreciate that you’ve been Any way here’s the poems

On my way to seeing Rufus Wainwright at Glastonbury 2013 by Susi Oddball

The hidden object buried in the dusty ground

Many feet pass by this holy artefact

Only to be discovered by our future children

Wondering what this object was

Why the liquid tastes strange

And how it burns hot

The pink lighter in the Glastonbury soil overlooking the towering tor


The sacred beacon beckoning

Travelling to the pyramids

Listening to the mellow music of Rufus

The sun warming the world of Festival

A sense of deep passion in those doleful eyes

Expression of love and hope and happiness


A gentle breeze blowing away the cobwebs of concrete chaos

Watching the wind flags flowing

Mellow dreams of desire

Watching, waiting for the moment


Here lies a tale

Nick Cave at Glastonbury 2013


A man walking down the streets of Brighton

And here he is up on the pyramids

Passion in his eyes

His movements deliberate

As he emphasises issues of the world

Tuneful, repetitive as if to really point out the bigger facts of humankind


Thousands watch and receive the message

He on his piano, angry and still close to nature

Her in the field listening to his music

I feel at one with the artists

And yet there is space and distance

A strange contradiction to a Glastonbury festival fro the people

Near but yet so far


Mark, Jenny and Alan at Brighton and Hove Community Radio

Mark, Jenny and Alan at Brighton and Hove Community Radio

Mark, Jenny and Alan on Your Voice Matters 29 June 2012


Klovnefestival i Svendborg

I ve got the bird

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Darwins Nose at the Greys 7May 2012

A wonderful evening at the Greys with Roy Hutchins reading Heathcote Williams work Darwin’s Nose. Loved the evening but would definately close the window for the recording next time

What am I doing this year?

I have been looking after my daughter Luci and have been volunteering at Brighton and Hove Community Radio Exciting times at the station we had Adam Trimmingham and on Sunday we are about to host Arthur Brown my hero from the 60’s I love his spirit

Also have been involved in the museum writings Dream of Here That was an awesome project with Creative Futures Dominique De Light What an inspiration I have just come back from Roy Hutchins Workshop at the library, another inspiring workshop.   I love Roy’s positivity 

I managed to get a Zippy costume today Love it and it can be changed into Banana Woman which of course will be me

I realise that I am mad but happy hope you are happy too!