Spoken word and stories, performed across Asia. Written to be heard, not only read — here are a few excerpts — contact me for more.
Ev'ry Sunday morning I went to mass; he went to kill. I prayed. He provided. And in the deep furrows etched by generations of grit, I learned how to recognise…
No one taught me how to be a good sister. No one taught me how to rescue my brother. I learned too late. I learned from empty beds, spooning the ghosts of all my ex-partners. I learned from…
Some of us are nourished. Some of us are deprived. Some of us live, un-eaten and un-licked, un-kissed and un-caressed, un-entered and…
I fart when I dance. I fart when I stand. I fart when I make love, to others… and myself I'm a Kalashnikov…
Aouch!!! This is my first wax in over 20 years and it hurts! My Silk-Epil has given up and finding a repair man in Bali is like asking frogs to grow hair! So here I am, in a random beauty salon called ‘Honeymoon’, with monkey legs…
And you, mister, there is no finding happiness in your own tree house, lost in the wilderness, watching Netflix, with your dog and a beer binging on porn and games, as you become sexless, needless, an artifice of your senses, hooking yourself on artificial intel-ligences…
I bring spoken word and storytelling to events and festivals. To book me, email the date, the audience, and what you want them to leave with. Merci.
Email a booking enquiryFull texts, a biography and performance history are available on request. Just tell me what you need them for. Merci.
Request the press kitAll poems and stories © Carole Favre. Please do not reproduce or perform without permission.
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