Biography of Josephine Dunn
1974-5 Loughborough College of Art & Design - Foundation Arts
1975-9 St Martin's School of Art - B.A. Fashion Design & Communications
1993-6 Derby University M.A. Film & Television Studies
1979-83 Southern TV / TVS - Assistant Director
1983-5 Limehouse Studios - Assistant Director
1985 - Freelance - Writer, journalist, poet, film maker (production manager, director, producer) , designer, artist.
2009 - Fairie Godmother - (physical & spiritual transformations)
2017 - Beat Love Priestess
Josephine Dunn's Works:
'Jimmy McGovern's Cracker - From Tragedy to Success - A Noir of the Nineties' - Derby University & ITV plc. (Granada Television) Library
Josephine Dunn Poems
Can I, Yes I Can
Can I, Yes I Can Can I look at a man And see the boy within,
Come To The Wild Woods
Will you come to the wild woods with me? The wild woods where once we lay together. Come to the wild woods,
You are my Golden Boy Crowned With a halo of sunshine. Dreamer,
A Lover's Farewell
The time has come To bid old friends goodbye, Without a backward glance, Or question why,
I Love To Kiss You
I love to kiss you softly When you are sleeping And with each kiss wash away The worries you are keeping.
Did My Mother Know
Did my mother know, When she taught me How to sew, That one day I would meet
Hardly Incest (Rap) I ain’t your Mudda You not my Fadda,
My hawk, You watch, pale eyes hooded, In the shadows Waiting for the chance
Like the ocean I am Drawn to your shore But like the tide You are still out.
The Angel Of Retribution
The Angel of Retribution Spreads her leathery wings, Flaps them and draws you To her cold hard breast.
A Bitter Cup
You drank deep from my cup, So deep you drained even the dregs. Bitter dregs of past hurts, Sour on the tongue.
Try Love On For Size
My advice is this ….. Try love on for size.
When passion has died And the only remains Are the dying embers of love, We sometimes find that friendship
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time We used to lie Like a pair of spoons Curled around each other
On a black satin road
On a dark night
Of the motorway