Why Dyslexia was a gift for author Anna Mae

In this second episode of season three The Mindful Writer, I talk to Anna Mae about her debut poetry and prose memoir and hear about her experience teaching creative writing in schools, prisons and mental health units, where her dyslexia proved to be a great leveller. But before I introduce you, a quick update on my writing journey.

I’m deep into editing The Evacuee’s Secret. Ideally, I would love to hide myself away and just write. Writing retreats are great for this. No other demands on our time or distractions. But that is a luxury I cannot indulge in right now. Too many other commitments. So, I squeeze in a couple of hours writing each day and spend all the time between thinking about my characters, desperate to return to them on the page.

I met Anna Mae at a local writers’ group – one of several I attend. Spending time with other creatives is inspirational. It has led me to read my work out loud in local spoken word events, take part in book fairs, and facilitate creative writing with community groups. 

Participating in community life is important to me as clubs and organisations can help people to feel included and valued, particularly when life changes through bereavement, retirement, moving home, or having a baby. 

Anna Mae is active in the local community, attending writing and poetry groups, and is passionate about self-empowerment. Previously she’d worked for Women’s Aid, facilitated creative writing workshops in a prison, a mental health unit, secondary schools, and bereavement groups. So on to the interview.

Anna Mae, originally from Hertfordshire, now lives on the Essex Coast. A Bit of Spirit and a Lot of Spit is the emotional and empowering true story by Anna Mae, sharing with you her life experiences of love affairs, life observations and personal loss. 

Anna Mae

You can listen to the podcast here : Episode Two Season 3 Why Dyslexia was a gift for author Anna Mae

Or read a summary of the transcript below: 

Deborah: I had the privilege of reading an advanced copy of A Bit of Spirit and a Lot of Spit – a moving story of emotional courage, spirituality, and hope. What inspired you to write this memoir of poetry and prose?

Anna Mae: My inspiration for writing poetry came after the breakdown of a relationship, as it triggered a flow of poems about bereavement. This came many years after losing my baby boy to a cot death. On what would have been my son’s 30th birthday, in 2009, I went on a roadshow performing my poetry in pubs and clubs to raise funds for cot death research.

People kept asking me if they could buy a book of my poems. 

When I came to prepare a book of poems, I also wrote the story between the poems. This mix of poetry and prose made it hard to find a publishing home for the book, but I felt they had to be read together.

Deborah: I should state here that despite the dark subject, your book is uplifting and inspiring with the expression of strong spiritual beliefs and faith. It is beautifully written and I am sure it will help other people experiencing emotional trauma. 

Anna Mae: Thank you, Deborah. At life events,

people often said to me, ‘You put into words how I felt.’

Deborah: I think a balance is reached because the poems were written when you were in a dark place, but the prose reflects your learning and how you became stronger. It was brave of you to read your poetry to the public. What would you say to other poets who may be nervous about doing this?

Anna Mae: Don’t think. Just do it! It’s so important. Go to poetry reading groups and get used to reading your poems out loud. At a poetry event there will be like-minded people.

Deborah: There was a long gap between your son’s death and the time you started writing. Why do you think that was?

Anna Mae: I’m dyslexic. In the late 50s and 60s when I went to school, there was little understanding about this. I was considered stupid, and so I stopped writing. I left school at 15 with an RSA typing certificate and cycle proficiency. Computers changed my life. I started studying for a creative writing degree in my sixtieth year. You are never too old.

I finally felt as though my voice could the heard.

Deborah: I’m interested in empowering people to be heard. How did creative writing help the people you worked with in prisons?

Anna Mae: My dyslexia helped me in prisons and schools as it is a great leveller. I start by saying, ‘I’m dyslexic, so if I write something on the board that is spelt wrong, tell me.’ Students would say, ‘How can you be dyslexic, Miss?’

I show them that being dyslexic doesn’t mean you are stupid.

One day a prisoner said to me, ‘I’ve written a poem, but I don’t think you’ll read it out loud.’ The poem was scathing of the criminal justice system. I did read it, and with his permission, entered it in a competition. That prisoner won the competition. When he finished serving his sentence, he was flown to Paris by the competition sponsors, where he went on to complete a degree. 

Deborah: Do you think as writers we serve a purpose in helping to get other people’s voices heard?

Anna Mae: I do. Prison wardens would join in the creative writing sessions with prisoners. For a short period of time, they connected with one another on a different level.

One poem written by a prisoner has stayed with me. I cannot remember its entirety, but there were a few lines like: I know what morning you’ve had by the way you turn the key. I know what day you’ve had by the way you say goodbye. It finishes with But you don’t know that you are my poem. I can’t remember the exact words. The memory of that poem still sends shivers through me.

Deborah: have you any words of wisdom to pass on to listeners – maybe to your younger self?

Anna Mae: Find your clan. For lots of my life, I was a square peg in a round hole. It’s only in the last year I really immersed myself in a social circle of writers and I am the happiest I’ve ever been.

Deborah: I think a balance is reached because the poems were written when you were in a dark place, but the prose reflects your learning and how you became stronger. It was brave of you to read your poetry to the public. What would you say to other poets who may be nervous about doing this?

Anna Mae: Don’t think. Just do it! It’s so important. Go to poetry reading groups and get used to reading your poems out loud. At a poetry event there will be like-minded people.

Deborah: There was a long gap between your son’s death and the time you started writing. Why do you think that was?

Anna Mae: I’m dyslexic. In the late 50s and 60s when I went to school, there was little understanding about this. I was considered stupid, and so I stopped writing. I left school at 15 with an RSA typing certificate and cycle proficiency. Computers changed my life. I started studying for a creative writing degree in my sixtieth year. You are never too old. I finally felt as though my voice could the heard.

Deborah: I’m interested in empowering people to be heard. How did creative writing help the people you worked with in prisons?

Anna Mae: My dyslexia helped me in prisons and schools as it is a great leveller. I start by saying, ‘I’m dyslexic, so if I write something on the board that is spelt wrong, tell me.’ Students would say, ‘How can you be dyslexic, Miss?’ I show them that being dyslexic doesn’t mean you are stupid.

One day a prisoner said to me, ‘I’ve written a poem, but I don’t think you’ll read it out loud.’ The poem was scathing of the criminal justice system. I did read it, and with his permission, entered it in a competition. That prisoner won the competition. When he finished serving his sentence, he was flown to Paris by the competition sponsors, where he went on to complete a degree. 

Deborah: Do you think as writers we serve a purpose in helping to get other people’s voices heard?

Anna Mae: I do. Prison wardens would join in the creative writing sessions with prisoners. For a short period of time, they connected with one another on a different level.

One poem written by a prisoner has stayed with me. I cannot remember its entirety, but there were a few lines like: I know what morning you’ve had by the way you turn the key. I know what day you’ve had by the way you say goodbye. It finishes with But you don’t know that you are my poem. I can’t remember the exact words. The memory of that poem still sends shivers through me.

Deborah: have you any words of wisdom to pass on to listeners – maybe to your younger sel

Anna Mae: Find your clan. For lots of my life, I was a square peg in a round hole. It’s only in the last year I really immersed myself in a social circle of writers and I am the happiest I’ve ever been.

Writing is who I am. 

Publication date 28th May 2024

ISBN: 9781916668850 Price: £8.99  The Book Guild Publishing

I asked Anna Mae to read one of her poems from the book.

The Sweetest Rose

It’s a

crazy living nightmare

from which

there’s no escape

somehow

you get through it

bravery

doesn’t come into it

There’s nought I know to help

apart from this

this advice

I’ve given others

It’s not a cure

but it’s how I handled it

The touch

and the smell of them

hold it close

inhale deeply

into their toys pillows

blankets their clothes

like you’re

dragging the scent

from the sweetest Rose

Breathe in

the heavenly scent of them

deeply in

through your nose

letting it

fill your whole body

your heart centre

your arms fingers

tummy and legs

right down to your toes

You need to get

the essence

of them

the all encompassing

energy

of them

Breathe them in

then let them go again

breathe them in

then let them go again

Cuddle cushions

dolls and teddies

rock away

cry curse

scream and shout

don’t be afraid

to let it out

Use your friends

it’s what

friendship’s about

join a group

there’s not many

but they are about

Shock is

Mother Nature’s way

cocooned in it

for your protection

you’ll stay

Until someday

that may be near

or far away

you may like me

pick up a pen

and try to write it away

One thing’s for sure

someone

will ask you in time

how did you

get through it

how ever

did you handle it

I hope for them

you’ll remember

my rhyme

The touch

and the smell of them

hold it close

Image by Jess Bailey from Pixabay

You can find Anna Mae on:

Instagram anna_mae_poet

TikTok @annamae_author_poet

Beautiful! So, until next time, take care of your beautiful self and trust the journey.

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