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Baba Yaga’s Café and Bar
The eclectic heartbeat of North Shields' creative scene. In the ever-evolving landscape of independent music and art venues, Baba Yaga’s in North Shields stands out...
Interview: Dean Jolly
Ever since he was a teenager, Dean Jolly has been captivated by his home town and its coastline. He recalls being inspired by a...
The Fishnet Tavern: The Beating Heart of Fish Quay’s Community Spirit
Discover why the Fishnet Tavern has become one of North Shields’ most beloved community pubs. From weekly quiz nights and open-mic sessions to Try Tag Newcastle, drag nights, live music and local sponsorships — here’s how Chris and Calum built a true community hub on the Fish Quay.
POETRY: By the Low Lights
by John HartleyNothing much happensSometimes. Your hush says it all.We huddle together;Heels kicking holes in the wall.It smells like the riverHas washed up the...
ILNS Poems on Walls Project
Poems on Walls: Bringing Poetry and Art to the Streets of North Shields North Shields is set to see poetry take centre stage in a new public art project, Poems on Walls, funded by North Tyneside Council and delivered as part of the North Shields 800 community programme, supported by the National Lottery Heritage Fund.
Poetry: Our Town
Our Town by Roslyn Renwick honours North Shields’ enduring spirit, celebrating its history, people, and everyday life. Through vivid images of fishing roots and daily rituals, the poem asserts that the town’s streets are more than places—they are living memories shaped by community pride and resilience.
POETRY: Tyne Brand
By Dean Jolly Long shadows cast by seagulls on the quayUpon the walls of the old brick factory.Inside, a blackbird's eyes adjust to seeThrough a...
POETRY: Pen Bal Crag
by Rachel Hammersley Huge skies cast darkness over this brave headland,The sandstone crags ravaged by wind and waves.Atop the cliff sit ruins, wrecks and graves;Below,...
POETRY: the sycamore gap.
By Hanzala Mojibi was it all toooffensive,that i existed? was it rudethat i stood still,silent,a night watch on the northern wall? is itrooted deep,a primal urge to...
