About

Joy Winkler

Cheshire Poet Laureate 2005

Joy Winkler was born in Barnsley but now lives in Macclesfield, Cheshire. She is a poet, freelance creative writing facilitator and performer.

From 2001 she worked as Writer in Residence at HMP Styal for seven years during which time she facilitated writers’ and readers’ groups for the female prisoners and involved them in many other arts-related activities.

 In 2005 Joy was appointed Cheshire Poet Laureate.  The appointment meant that she was commissioned to write many poems to celebrate events in the county’s year.  These poems and others written during that laureate year were published in collection called ‘On the Edge’.  This year she has been once again commissioned by Cheshire East to write a poem for the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee.

In 2005/6 Joy collaborated with artist Steve Des Landes on an installation on the Shropshire Union Canal.  Commissioned work done during her Laureate year has also been displayed as a vinyl in Ellesmere Port Library and etched into the courtyard, which form part of the redevelopment of Ellesmere Port Civic Square.

In 2007/8 and 2009/10  Joy collaborated with four other poets towards the  innovative poetry performances ‘Bunch of Fives’ and Fourpenny Circus which toured Cheshire and other areas of England.  These poetry roadshows attracted audiences not only who were used  to coming to poetry events but many who had never been to a poetry event before.

In 2007 she began working on a project called Writing Lives, an initiative from Salford University working with the residents of Broughton in Salford.  There are three groups involved in creative writing workshops which run on a weekly basis throughout the year.  This year the groups have been working on animation of their work and are shortly to exhibit in Media City.

Joy has worked with Cartwheel Arts based in Heywood on several projects aimed at working with young mothers who want to write stories and poems for their children.  This has led to two illustrated publications ‘Children of the Dream’ and ‘My Magic Pen’. She also worked with children at the Darnhill Festival, whose stories were published in another beautifully produced booklet called ‘Tales from Darnhill’.

In 2011Joy set up Macclesfield Creative Writers’ group which meets weekly in the town’s library. The group holds regular writing workshops, invites visiting authors and gives readings to the general public.

In 2011 Joy was invited by Apples and Snakes to give a Masterclass on ‘Writers Working in Prison’ and is currently a member of the Board of Writers in Prison Network Ltd, an organisation that arranges residencies and workshops in prisons throughout England.

Participants in her workshops have included members of the public, prison inmates, ex-offenders and people on probation, writer’s groups, school children, young mums, people taking part in community based projects, elderly and students with emergent literacy skills.

Three collections of Joy’s poetry have been published: ‘On the Edge’ (Cheshire County Council, 2006), ‘Built to Last’ (National Poetry Foundation) and ‘Morag’s Garden’ (National Poetry Foundation).  She has also been published in magazines and anthologies and has been a prize-winner in a number of poetry competitions, most recently in Wivenhoe Poetry Competition 2011 and Poetry Nottingham Competition 2010.  Her work has also been broadcast on radio.

Joy is currently working on a performance sequence which is a narrative piece situated in a small town.  She is hoping to collaborate locally on this and have the piece ready for public performance by the end of the year.

 

 

Contact

Joy Winkler can be contacted for workshops or readings as follows:

Home phone: 01625 612527
Mobile: 07745 054460

e-mail: joywinkler@sky.com

Language of Flowers

‘The Victorians used to send subtle messages in their gifts of flowers’. Joy Winkler, Cheshire Poet Laureate 2005 and Writer-in-Residence at HMP/YOI Styal, has written a collection of poems in which she explores her personal memories attached both to the flora and fauna she knew as a child and to the inspiration that continues to grow in her life.

Joy Winkler is available for readings and/or workshops on ‘The Language of Flowers’. She will work with you to tease out some of the memories that you may have tied up in daisy chains and bouquets. She will also read some of her collection.

Following a workshop at Ellesmere Port Library one of the participants said: ‘This has completely changed the way I look at life’.
Tale: a list, a reckoning.
She measures my visits by the tales I bring
gift-wrapped, crackling in a cellophane
of nods and nuance, sad stories, open
-hearted as orchids, a basket of jokes,
fruity as strawberries. Carefully she
saves twine from my gossip, strengthens
her own blooms with it, to make a display
for others who may wander by the meadow
of her bedside. With a daughter’s care
I thread the silver thinnings of her hair
with daisy chains of memories, the white
and gold of childhood and my chattering,
light as thistledown, blows out the hours.
By teatime, we are heavy with the harvest.

Publications

Currently available: ‘On the Edge’

A collection celebrating Joy Winkler’s successful year as Cheshire’s first female Poet Laureate, combining commissioned pieces with poems that use the changing seasons to reflect on the constant rhythm of life.

‘Splendidly simple’ vignettes of small town life, a story and cast of characters lurk in each sparse verse. Joy Winkler’s wry observations of life sound an agreeably melancholy note and skilfully juxtapose town and country, life and death, love and loss.

‘Joy Winkler is a true poet laureate.  Her poems are peopled, human, full of the life of the community around her.’ Fiona Sampson

ISBN 0 904532 90 9

Cost per book £7.50 (+ £1.00 post and packaging) Signed copies are available direct from the author. Email to: joywinkler@sky.com for more information

‘Morag’s Garden’
Joy’s first collection of poetry, published by National Poetry Foundation in 1994. In it you will find a crowd of people from Barnsley, Doncaster, Flamborough, all clamouring to be heard.

ISBN 1 870556 98 4

Cost per book £5.00 (+ £1.00 post and packaging) Signed copies are available direct from the author. Email to: joywinkler@sky.com for more information

Workshops and Readings

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In 2011 Joy Winkler toured the North West with readings on themes: ‘Mothers and Daughters’, ‘From a Cafe Window’, ‘One Woman Circus’ and ‘Language of Flowers.’ 

Mothers and Daughters

 ‘when she was good, she was very, very good.  And when she was bad she was horrid’

In this reading Joy Winkler will perform poems about relationships between mothers and daughters.  These pieces look at relationships which can be fraught, loving or hilarious, but which are always fascinating.

From a Café Window

‘there’s nowt so queer as folk’

This is a reading where all the poems were written with one eye on people passing by and one eye on a toasted teacake.  People-watching is part of a poet’s tools in trade and imagination can change ordinary people into such characters as a self obsessed teacher, a maniac waitress or a dragon teacher who prowls the streets in her black mackintosh.

One Woman Circus

‘life’s a circus, bring on the clowns’

This is a performance (without a safety net) telling the experiences of Diana the Tightrope Walker.  The narrative takes us through her life in the circus and people she knew.  A mixture of poetry, song and story, which will make you laugh and maybe make you cry.

Language of Flowers

 ‘sad stories, open-hearted as orchids, a basket of jokes, fruity as strawberries’

Joy Winkler reads from a collection of poems in which she explores her personal memories attached both to the flora and fauna she knew as a child, and to the inspiration that continues to grow in her life.

 

 And don’t miss this…

*** hot off the press in 2012 a narrative sequence called ‘Town’.***

Rosie lives in a small town and has been brought up by Auntie who refuses to tell her about her mother’s whereabouts.  When Rosie becomes 16 she undertakes a quest to find her mother, who, at the end of the day, has only ever lived four streets away.

Please ask for details if you would be interested in hosting this new and innovative piece of performance work.

 

 

Last Thing to Go

My fingers trickle rhythms on your palm,
family favourites, shadows of old songs
to make a bridge between us in the calm
of dying. My faltering serenade goes on
until your finger presses back. You’ve heard.
We sing together for a little while,
your voice inside my voice. Familiar words
set on your lips, mine the ones to smile
as every story that you ever told
me, seeps into the secrecy of death.
I blow them gently into the long folds
of memories, your breath inside my breath.
So songs and stories play out soft and long
I’ll keep them going even when you’ve gone.
Joy Winkler

Built to last

I’d watch him on and off, building the infirmary wall,
putting sickness in its place on the other side.
I’d stop and point him out on the way to school
proud of his importance. Other kids
never saw their dads change landscapes.

Years later both he and the wall had shrunk.
He told of another he’d built, dry stone, low,
high point in his achievement, secret link
between craftsmen, a farmer had shown him how.
He built its likeness in jigsaw piece by piece.

Last week I sat with him on the other side
of the infirmary wall, talked of the past
laughed a bit and later watched him fade
breath bubble then stop. My fingers smart
as I brush against his wall feeling for memories.

Joy Winkler

Morag’s Garden

In a corner plot no more than stones and dirt
we planted one bulb each, and one
marking the fish’s tiny matchbox tomb.

Squatting on the path we jabbed sun-baked soil
with rusty spoons, the day doused
in earth smells and friendship.

She died a child,
grew only in my crooked dreams.
Snowdrops teem to fill the space
that touched our childhood,
their winter heads transfiguring the place.

Joy Winkler

Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam

Mr Sidney teaches about Jesus,
soft words packing a punch
in the pine-shiny chapel.
His sheathed glare quells infants
subdues nudging adolescents,
his meek smile a signal
for the flock’s shuffling attention.

The Sunday chorus warms
to the ebb and flow of good old tunes,
“For those in peril on the sea”,
Mr Sidney feels the power.

His boarding house is open to sinners,
holiday makers who bear the brunt
of his righteous smile.
He makes them pay a penny for swearing
or for being late for dinner,
sings hymns while he fries bacon,
his apron always whiter than white.

He sells bottles of pop from a high shelf
every colour except black
and he whispers to the children,
“say your prayers –
Jesus never takes holiday.”

Joy Winkler

Orkney Wedding

We’ve travelled island to island like fleas on old
bones, low drone of pipes steadying us at last
to a semblance of a congregation. The veil of mist

smudges the slow hunched landscape against
a curve of old hills. Each thousand years
just another tick on the clock, this new union

just another slip of survival’s cog. We redden
by a log fire, glasses kissing lips, toasting a wisp
of a bride, pride of groom to a future of year

on happy year with the sear of red wine, chill
of fruit edged white, depth of silent black
fathomless island beer. Whilst out there

the earth continues its dance with the moon
performed to a plain tune, rasped from cherished
breath of precious, un-mortared, ancient stones.

Joy Winkler