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Satellite of Love Presents: Sukina Noor & Open Mic

Sukina Noor: City Poet at the Loco Klub
23rd September 2026
Doors 7pm, Event Starts 7.30pm
Event Finishes 10pm

Sukina Noor is a poet, spoken-word artist, playwright, workshop facilitator and educator, event curator and public speaker. She is the current Bristol City Poet (2024 – 2026).

She has toured extensively across the UK, Europe, America and Africa performing, delivering poetry workshops, partaking in panel discussions and delivering lectures.

Sukina has facilitated creative writing workshops across the world empowering communities to use the written word as a tool for dialogue and as a means for accessing their authentic voice. Her workshops seek to explore the intersection between creativity and spirituality and awakening the voice of the heart. She has developed a series of poetry writing courses such as The Art of Speaking from the Heart, The Art of Writing Sacred Poetry and The Poetry of Female Mystics that she has delivered to international audiences and this summer led her first retreat in Portugal called The Healing Art of Sacred Writing.

Sukina made her theatre debut in 2016 in a production called Malcolm X at the Royal Flemish Theatre in Brussels (KVS) which was critically acclaimed. In 2017 and 2018 she led a project in collaboration with the theatre called Rise Up where she used poetry as a tool for dialogue and community cohesion in the aftermath of the terror attacks in Brussels. She was commissioned by KVS to write her first play called Afropean / Human Being that premiered at the theatre in February 2020.In 2017 she delivered a TEDx Talk on the healing potential of poetry exploring the ways in which the process of poem-making can have a therapeutic outcome.

Sukina holds a BA (Hons) Degree in English Literature and Caribbean Studies and has an MSc in Creative Writing for Therapeutic Purposes where she is focusing on the intersection between spirituality, creativity and the healing potential in the poetry of the Sufi mystics.

She is currently training to become a Spiritual Empowerment Life Coach.

Sukina has amassed a loyal fan base due to her international performances, workshop facilitation and social media presence and her debut poetry collection Love and

Longing: Yearning for the Face of God was released in October 2023 and her spoken word album of the same name will be released in the Spring of 2025.

Community Poem February 2026

What Hides Down the Other Tunnels?

The warmth of the curved kiln dried bricks
embraces the heat of cold air

I had a realisation… my nephew looks..and sounds.. like baby Yoda
the dune sighed and was blown away on the wind
my sister couldn’t diagnose why my nephew suddenly became a snorer
three days later they found a button up his nose

you can’t beat a beer battered haddock
the penguin fell over the….I wish my flip flops feel the way I do
writing one line is far harder than I thought

my favourite train is the one that takes you home
royally rogered by a roustabout


let the grass grow between your toes
follow the slug slime and everything will be ok.


Why is my cat’s belly so fluffy and yet, to touch it, is a trap?

some kids were shouting at a woman on the bus
and I wished they’d get drafted into a war
going to a rage room would fix me

a beautiful naked breeze flew from wisdom’s feet
haven’t seen Alan for a while
aye no wheat!

we woke in a land of five flies and cicadas
this afternoon I found an elf cup in the woods
coming back to a place called home

vote, vote, vote for Alan

the days are getting longer and will now encompass twenty five hours
a man speaks of the love of his life and means wasps
respect, that dogtooth isn’t a mirage baby
sipping stolen Dr Pepper, thank you quick stepper

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 Satellite of Love Presents: Taran Spalding-Jenkin & Open Mic

Wednesday 27th May at the Loco Klub
Doors 19:00 Event Starts 19:30
Evening ends 22:30

Taran Spalding-Jenkin is a native Kernewek speaking poet, performer and translator. Their work explores the spaces between identities, disability, queerness, and hireth – the longing for a lost home or one which has never existed.

Taran has been awarded the Awen medal for creativity and in 2024 became a bard of Gorsedh Kernow for their contributions to Cornish poetry. Their debut pamphlet Health Hireth is out now with Broken Sleep Books.

Entry requirements: no age restrictions (under 18s to be accompanied by an adult over 21yrs, 1:1 ratio)

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Satellite Community Poem October 2025

Bimbo, Butthole, Tits

Don’t say shit if you want to suck a girl’s dick
A drop of sweat trickled down my butt. Are you alright mate?
My lovely hand job feels better with you in it
Mom, pick me up… The community poem is getting weird again
This poem should be called six seasons of a movie

So long fair well and thanks for all the fish
I’d rather have a piece of toast and watch the evening news
When you go home tell your pet I said ‘Hi’. It’s all for you, meow
The dog felt shame for sniffing my arse. I can’t Fangirl you
You decided the grass was greener on the other side of the ground

Joy like drops of dew on autumn grass
Stay hydrated mate. Once more unto the breach
The first thing you think is the last thing you should say
No Alan’s gone home, Alan’s mate Bernard is here mind
Did you catch that?

This was written by me. Seriously. Completely
Angry when hungry. Pizza

                             Betwayal!

More than one political poem, the tide is turning                             
A city that so loves hot air balloons is a lovely city indeed
Go and build yourself a fuck proof bunk bed Finger me if I’m wrong but Park Street is flat?

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Community Poem March 2025

Each hand gestures to its own goblin

Well there it is…
Friends are friends for just a season-
Who the fuck is Alan?!
8000 days of pain, just you left,
whatever you do don’t anger the old Gods!!!
Lord drug my mind,
your salad won’t save you
I like words and CHOCOLATE!

Brexit worked so well,
I didn’t mean the previous line!
eeny meeny miney bollocks
Piss, liquid of life
It’s all a little to the left-
Urine, liquor of my soul,
each hand gestures to its own goblin
Birds’ nests from breakage
wee wee, source of my joy!

I want to dance naked under the disco ball
plush sofas, kush loafers, a quest for the best-
my parents voted me ‘Worlds best organ doner!’
They sent her in a Pringles can
with a couple dreamies love for the road
cinnamon cream cuts cinema kindly to taste,
soft laughing caking in sick time ‘cough’

I bought my car off vinted for €2.50,
one day I came home at lunch time and I heard a funny noise,
why do you keep talking about your hard wood floors
and why are socks so hard?
your mom.

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Community Poem November 2024

Safeword

Harry and Kate went to masturbate,
loving the vibration of love,
a slow, slinky ooziness.
A sausage, a hole and Vinted.
Breathe in, said Kate, exhale the fire of living.
The bag was bulging.

We need to establish a safeword, said Harry
I’m thinking of a line, said Kate, but it’s not happening,
the only thing that comes to mind is a thousand fucking doves.
Harry suggested: I love Ian Beale…?
Chocolate coins? said Kate Time is a construct!
Dare you! Dare you! Double dare you?

The naughty little mouse nibbled my member, said Harry
Well, your compliment wasn’t good enough, said Kate,
asking to see my anus on Instagram is not a love poem.
An ode for a misplaced hip flask? said Harry.

I hate loving you, you love hating me, said Harry,
and the postage was paid in Northern Ireland.

Days are unequal in the struggles of the dead, said Kate
What is stopping ants from taking over the world? Democracy?

I hope this line is read out of context
like Leda, like Persephone, like women, women, women. 
On this pirate ship poetry pandemonium,
we’re all just twatting around in the glitter.

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Community Poem October 2024

Helen Sheppard
You’d think after 30 years I would have learnt how to sleep
When candles melt, the fuck does the wax go?
Seriously where does the wax go when the candle burns? Help!
So shall I fetch you
The dog Star
He always thought the dog was his friend
Ducks and penguins aren’t always friends.
The cat was not amused
Daddy told me I should have cleaned up after that donkey crapped all over my forehead!
Later in the car dad will insist it was ketchup and I will wonder if he thinks I’m stupid.
Is anger counterproductive?
I saw a photo of this ship moored down at King’s Street today, 40 years ago. I don’t want to move that slowly.
Bro it’s only two inches, chill
I wanna get railed
I have legs and I love them
But I don’t know if I like it
I have to build a relationship but not for sex, all for your best interests
I love you but I want my nipples back
I’m in a booby prison
Even moderation is good in moderation
Life is about balance: 50% Namaste. 50% Fuck off!
It’s all about the midfield
The death of words is not a tragedy.
I’m feeling stressed my bum is itchy
Should I stop trying to make my brother turn gay?
www.solpoetry.org.uk
The trees reabsorb their chlorophyll and make autumn fire
They sang this on Glee.
Don’t let the fiery leaves fall and quietly fade without truly noticing their artwork
To Dads and Nans and Friends in ships
Your bed becomes a crucible for my dreams
The ginger beer bubbles scratch my throat, it feels almost as good as an orgasm

Community Poem September 2024

The clitoris of a mature woman can be a word or compilation, the path chosen and choices she made determine what she wants to write.

Oh, fuck a duck
The lobster laughed.
I butchered my poem
And then it changed colour and fell off
and they never grow back properly

You outrageous bastards
I hope I’m not just an open micer to you guys,
but also a subject for your next confused wet dream
I wish I were a fairy
This too will pass


A hot water urn full of lukewarm piss. Disappointing on both counts
For someone who heard so little he deduced so much
Wait where is this all going?
Something stupid, something like… Turbo island glitter ball
Fill your guts with star shaped Hernia Discopline stick

Like a moth to a flame Eve was not the only one tempted
where there’s smoke there’s fire. And it all fades away
I despise the man, the father I envy. You had the life I wanted.
Train-wreck into the blue, never thought I’d be here without you
Does the middle brick in the tunnel know about the light?

Live, laugh, triangulate
barking dogs don’t bite
I dream of love. Now love dreams of me
I’m doing a good job reading this on stage.
I am brave. Give me applause please.

Community Poem June 2024

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If They Hadn’t Written This Would You Have?

(Shouted) Derek! They’ve stolen the geraniums again
that’s the biggest I’ve ever seen
You’ve snatched the world up of precious solitude which you have been craving for so long and realised it was in fact loneliness
A life of collaborative A Level anxiety


Isn’t it rude to leave at the interval after you’ve read every fucking time
leaving behind nothing but the faint whiff of an old fart?
Liberation for Palestine is liberation for us all. Ask yourself what you are doing at this moment
If I hadn’t written this would have you?
I spent the day horizontal in the park


Please improvise this line and don’t just read out this
To be cringe is to be free, apart from if you’re me right now in this exact situation
There is nothing so bloody wonderful as genuine warmth and encouragement, and there is so much love here
Rim Tim Tag I dim
But to see you again would destroy the memory
Marz

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