Springfield Road

The crowd funding adventure and elements of the literary memoir by Salena Godden 'Springfield Road' is published by Unbound.co.uk/books/springfield-road

I’m off to Scotland…
You can hear me today on BBC Radio Scotland at 2.30 today.
 I’m doing a little bit of everything, reading a poem, chatting about Springfield Road and this Fridays performance at the fabulous Neu Reekie and even playing some classic SaltPeter and remembering the good old days with Peter Coyte all on BBC Radio Scotland, The Culture Studio with Janice Forsyth, fancy any of that then tune in or hit your BBC iPlayer after lunchtime…http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01rlrlq 
Have a beautiful sunny Wednesday!

I’m off to Scotland…

You can hear me today on BBC Radio Scotland at 2.30 today.

I’m doing a little bit of everything, reading a poem, chatting about Springfield Road and this Fridays performance at the fabulous Neu Reekie and even playing some classic SaltPeter and remembering the good old days with Peter Coyte all on BBC Radio Scotland, The Culture Studio with Janice Forsyth, fancy any of that then tune in or hit your BBC iPlayer after lunchtime…http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01rlrlq

Have a beautiful sunny Wednesday!

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Today to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the world wide web there’s a broadcast of my commissioned piece for BBC World Service / Click Radio at 6.30pm. Tomorrow, April 23rd, I’m reading poems and talking books on BBC Scotland / The Culture Show 2.30pm

On Thursday I’m on team poetry for 'Stand Up and Slam' A hilarious evening of performance poets v’s comedians at The Comedy Cafe, Rivington St, London. And Friday, April 25th, catch me up in Edinburgh at the notorious Neu Reekie, Summerhall

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I hope you all had a wonderful Easter holidays.

I’m so excited about all of this…Buzz buzz buzz….

salenagodden:


“The continuity of this love remains,

And shall remain unbroken.

There is nothing encountered big enough

To fracture or reduce,

what’s bigger than time

And shall outlive time’s use.

Do not be afraid then, worry nor even

Miss me overmuch. Between us, over us

Longer than us both, this love.

Circumstance, separating miles

Or chance, but aspects of the one

Insoluble thing, this love.”

Paul Godden / October 1964 

Born on this Day April 21st, our father, Paul Godden


please visit ‘Springfield Road’ at Unbound crowd funded publishing. http://unbound.co.uk/books/springfield-road

…the only photograph of my father and I together. It is a black and white photo but I have coloured it in. We are sitting in the sun on the doorstep, I am in between the legs of my father, there are shadows of the railings against the pink sunny walls behind us. Half of my dad’s head is cut out of the picture because the photographer, probably Mum, hasn’t stepped far back enough, but my father is smiling. He has long hair to his shoulders. He has Jesus sandals on his feet, his ankles are skinny, and he wears a long-sleeved t-shirt covered in a pattern of bathtime rubber ducks - he looks like a hippy. A cigarette dangles from his lips and he grins down the lens never knowing the top of his head and his eyes are out of the frame. There he is then, one bright morning, he sits on the doorstep in the sunshine with me sitting the next step down and I am his toothless daughter, grinning, sitting between his feet and holding onto his legs.




Springfield Road  - Out later in 2014 
Please order yourself a copy here: 
http://unbound.co.uk/books/springfield-road

…the only photograph of my father and I together. It is a black and white photo but I have coloured it in. We are sitting in the sun on the doorstep, I am in between the legs of my father, there are shadows of the railings against the pink sunny walls behind us. Half of my dad’s head is cut out of the picture because the photographer, probably Mum, hasn’t stepped far back enough, but my father is smiling. He has long hair to his shoulders. He has Jesus sandals on his feet, his ankles are skinny, and he wears a long-sleeved t-shirt covered in a pattern of bathtime rubber ducks - he looks like a hippy. A cigarette dangles from his lips and he grins down the lens never knowing the top of his head and his eyes are out of the frame. There he is then, one bright morning, he sits on the doorstep in the sunshine with me sitting the next step down and I am his toothless daughter, grinning, sitting between his feet and holding onto his legs.

Springfield Road  - Out later in 2014 

Please order yourself a copy here:

http://unbound.co.uk/books/springfield-road