Anastasia Dubinina

Thursday evening at The Roasting Shed reminded me why I both love and fear reading aloud. Standing there with my pages, facing an audience that actually listened, I felt that familiar mix of vulnerability and exhilaration that only live poetry can create. The space itself helped – industrial but warm, with people genuinely engaged rather

Thursday brings opportunity to test written work against live audience at The Roasting Shed. Their Poetry Open Mic promises community and poetic exchange in what organizers describe as warm, inclusive environment for sharing creativity. The format welcomes both seasoned poets and first-time readers. Coffee and wine available while waiting to approach the microphone. Open mic

Saturday morning at 5th View delivered the familiar rhythm I’ve come to appreciate from these writing sessions. Twelve writers scattered across cafe tables, laptops glowing, notebooks open, maintaining the unspoken agreement that keeps me returning – no words exchanged about craft or content. The format remains refreshingly stripped down. No introductions beyond names. No sharing.

Tuesday evening at Fulham Library felt like dissecting the architecture of storytelling itself. The third person workshop gathered twelve writers around tables that had seen countless creative struggles, and I found myself examining my own narrative choices with fresh skepticism. The session centered on mastering distance – that delicate balance between intimacy and objectivity that

I’m looking forward to attending the Fulham Library Creative Writing Group on Tuesday, July 2nd at 6:30 PM, where we’ll be exploring the craft of third person narrative — both limited and omniscient perspectives in past tense. Following on from May’s session, this month’s focus offers perfect timing for my current project revisions. The group

On June 21st, I joined the “Shut up and Write” session at Waterstones Piccadilly’s 5th View cafe — a beautifully simple concept that reminded me why writing thrives in community silence. There’s something profound about sitting among strangers, all bent over laptops and notebooks, united by the quiet intensity of creation. No critiques, no sharing,

Yesterday’s protest poetry workshop at The Feminist Library reminded me why poetry remains one of our most urgent forms of resistance. Phoebe created a space where vulnerability met activism, where personal voice became political statement. The two-hour session explored how poetry transforms individual experience into collective power. We examined how line breaks can mirror the

On June 10th, 2025, I hosted “Poetry Evening with Anastasia Dubinina” at Queen Mary University — an intimate exploration of what happens when Russian memory collides with English present, creating something entirely new in the collision. This wasn’t just a poetry reading; it was a conversation about linguistic resistance and cultural reclamation. As I shared