About Stefanie Elrick

I'm a professional artist, writer, events organiser and wedding planner with a background in theatre and performance.

Submission #7 Jem Henderson

Bang Bang Bang

Bang. bang. bang.
I lay, confined in darkness
dormant for months
yearning for the outside
safe still in my prison
from the light

I’m scared of the light
kept safe by the bang
of the door of my prison
which keeps in the darkness
I’ve been here for months.

There’s still months
to go before the light
comes from outside
with a crash and a bang
and the darkness
leaves my prison

and I’m expelled from my prison
after all these months
hiding in the darkness
afraid of what the light
means and the bang bang bang
is louder on the outside

I’m frightened what’s outside
the walls of this prison
batons on the bars, bang
I’ve been awake for months
In my head there’s a light
and it darkens the darkness

It’s over, the darkness
is leaving, outside
I can see the light
the door of my prison
is open after months
with a deafening bang

Light floods the cell, but darkness
bang bang bangs in your head when you get outside
Prison last longer than the months you’re there

Submission #6 Rev. Danny Nemu


Twisted whore

Entwined and entrancing

Snake-skinned siren soliciting

And glistening amidst the grime


Sister of Sin and Revealing

Beckoning the bold

Bedevilling the blind

And the bound,

And the burnt-out and blistering

Mumbling priests

In your houses of Horror and Reckoning

The end amongst angels

And deafening choirs of harridan howls

And banshee shrieks announcing the Fall

Of Rome

And Reason

And Rhyme

And Eden

And Adam

And Eve

And Everything

Four walls collapsing.

Glorious whore

Written in reds

Caged through the Age

And corroding

Braided and Bangled in gold without price

Gifts of the alchemist’s workings

Their fires sparked in the heat of your breath

And fanned in your wickedest whirling

Holy Whore

Reclined amongst Ruins

Before the Abyss you are Ravishing

With seven veils

For seven heavens

And seven seals for the fallen

The wrecks of a broken-down kingdom

I offer my words and my wits and my worth

For a glimpse of your glistening queendom

And a sip from the cup of your sanctum.

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Submission #5 Andreas Andrews

I awoke
I breathed
I spoke softly
I opened my eyes
I still dreamt of magic
I thought up a plan of awe
I fired up my innards with fuel
I couldn’t believe my predicament
I looked up at the sky and saw black
I was walking down the hill, when it started
I failed to realise what the consequences were
I saw the blushing of nature, but forceful in it’s stride
I relented of the times once begotten with marginal delight
I sung a song of cheerful bliss, as I strayed from what was pure
I carried along unscathed by the blinding lights that pierced my soul
I found a million water droplets falling perpetually from the skies above
I disputed the creation of all that was perfect, and reigned in my ignorance
I ran shattered by the constant grinding of my bones against all that was abrasive
I outperformed the beasts from the forest that didn’t understand what is was to be human.

Submission #4 Tony Bowland

So Now I Give Myself

Once I cultivated my intellect,
But all my knowledge was that of a moth,
Who both desires and fears the lick of flame;
I lived like a stranger in my own house.

So now I give myself to everything,
I do not wait for death to set me free,
There is no space between my breath and sky
And when I gaze it is with the moon’s eye.

My life is over so it may begin,
My heart is glowing like this iron stove,
That turns my thoughts into a stream of smoke,
Ascending like a lover’s silent sigh.

Submission #3 Stefanie Elrick


She moves in cycles,
Endless circles,
Right back round to the point where I came.
This place you started,
This person I’m always,
Thoughts blinked away bubble beyond the frame.

I look at you,
You look at she,
In this lazy sphere of energy,
We’re caught, bound tight,
Can’t move limbs free,
Under weight of twinned confusion, 
Is there room you and me?

I’m frightened that we might splinter and break,
When reality tinges the dream that we make,
Annihilation comes from the inside without,
You won’t even have felt her cut the love out.

Easy numbness,
Slips in seamless,
Waiting safe someplace inside.
Its been swelling slowly larger,
Since the gloss was lost from life.

So she slides back inside easy apathy.
Leans on you,
Be my crutch?
We’ll be happy!

(For a while) ‘Til the smiles start to sour,

And the monotone drone starts to lengthen each hour.

“It’s not you, you do know, you do know that it’s me?”
What more could I say,
What worse truth could there be?

So you’ll fade,
And I’ll change,
For a few weeks at least.
One lost little girl on her flying trapeze…..

Then we’ll fall for them all,
Strange landscapes of experience.
That deep itch behind the eyes,
Throbbing instincts pulls and whispers.

Do you think you could complete me?
Take me in and make me whole?
If I laid my heads between your palms,
Can you guess what I already know?”

Didn’t think so.
(I suppose we’re too much of a handful.)

So spin in cycles,
Super circles,
An endless state of being and not.
In us my worlds been doubled,
Yet parts of me were forgot.

Let me wrap myself around your warmth,
Don’t think, open up, let us in.
Let us love you, bathe you and bruise you,
Just don’t let it get under your skin.
You can feel me, heal me and kiss me,
An amenable agreement I’m sure for both sides.

But just so you know,
This is how it will go,
Happy Ever After won’t come if you try.


– 2006 –

Submission #2 Dex Hannon

Natural Rust

I am dented

Rusted boned and pleasant

My mind is still sleek and sharpened steel

My lips flow smooth and silken shapes

the body work is in need of some attention.

The engine is fuelled on dietary mistakes

The tyres are balding and the spare disappeared with the jack

I can still ride out the open road.

Ah, the beautiful places I’ve seen.

I still have a half tank of gas

To take me places I’ve never been.

If I could drive it all over again.

Would my roads be different?

I’ll never know.

When I’m taken to the junk yard,

I have only just one hope,

that I ran this dirty old engine,

at least twice around the clock.

Submission #1 Oz Hardwick


Eyes close: open. Electric signal

digits flick and flash, cycle

sequence spinning, spilling too soon

to wakefulness, cold morning, bright

sun, blink, almost awake

to catch the cues, the clues,

the codes to hold each second,

each minute, stop the domino

tipping, tripping time in lines

creasing skin, thinning to blue

blushed bloom, opal eyes

wide in spray from endless seas

of memory, surging, filling veins,

plumping vines bearing fruit,

ripe and heavy from rippling months

numbered in sundial shadows, sweeping

shapes glimpsed through fleeting fingers

drumming a deep pulse, drawing

years in circles. Time slips:

begins again.

The Turning of the Wheel

KAIROS is the second collaboration between Loren Fetterman and Stefanie Elrick fusing poetry, live performance, installation art and creative technology. Kairos presents a mechanical model, an alternate conception of time based on a systematic study of the cycles and synchronicities we experience in our everyday lives and translated through performance into a piece of living art.

 This is the first concept design by Loren Fetterman

'The Wheel' First Design

How does the project work?

The First Stage

Kairos in its initial stage will follow the same format as the artists first collaboration Written in Skin, but with a very distinct conclusion. Loren and Stefanie will again ask the public to submit writing, poetry, song lyrics (even inspired one liners) that explore the notion of repetition, cyclical behaviour, the passing of time, seasonal and emotion shifts or reoccurrences in everyday life. The writing is encouraged to be honest, open, funny, raw, angry – i.e. any tone or intention that is genuine and speaks from real experience. Submissions will be showcased via this blog site.

The Second Stage

Submitted writing will be broken down into meaningful fragments and then restructured into a single poem, combining the stories and experiences of strangers into one unified voice.

The Third Stage

Loren and Stefanie will design and build the wheel, 4 giant concentric disks that sit on top of each other and are interdependent in their cycles.  Each wheel will turn at its own speed in relation to the others, representing the cyclical relationship between our faculties of thinking, feeling and willing to the physical world.

The Fourth Stage

During a live performance at Cornerhouse on 31st January 2015 the master poem will be incorporated into a larger painting and transcribed, by Loren, onto the time piece whilst it turns. Stefanie will be strapped to the central wheel and blindfolded, spinning at the central hub of the timepiece, reciting the master poem until the design is complete.

The Fifth Stage

The Kairos Wheel will be exhibited solely, the day after the performance. The footage of the event will be edited into a short video, which will be displayed on the Kairosophy website, along with a gallery of photos taken by professional photographers during the live performance.




31st January / 1st Feb at The Cornerhouse