Here we share the systems we have created to live and work by at Derbyshire Artist Resident Program.

Burglars please leave Nothing to take from this place Only old ghosts & cobwebs

Jun 18, 2021

I am the ghost of Michael House School.

I am the light that turns on in the evening

without you asking it to

and i am the thing that bats at the window,

sounding like its scratching to get in,

and Itooam haunted.

The inhabitants of this house

think I’m an apparition.

Those eight legged, winged specters

hover around me in possessed-bug-host-bodies,

curious, but disturbed.

In the dark, I look expectantly at reflective windows

waiting to see ghoulish faces.

Instead I see my own, a friendly poltergeist.

I shift the furniture around for my own amusement

And sift through detritus-debris carefully

to put it back as though i never touched it.

I am the ghost of Michael house school.

I am living where the living left off,

they scarpered and took all the good stuff.

A squatter in a foreign timescale,

I walk through the ruins

and sleep within the house’s bones,

clinging on where companions left off

in a place halfway across the threshold of here and not.