writer | editor | artist
So, folks, it’s been a long time between drinks. I just realised that I haven’t posted anything on this blog since last June. LAST JUNE! Seems like a different world, a different me. I’ve popped online to share some wonderful news, but I promise I’ll also get on top of this much-neglected site and start…
Here’s a little list of things I’ve been working on of late … I’d love to hear all about your recent successes, or works in progress, too 🙂 Poems (out now): ‘All the things I Kept’ in Cordite (Monster) ‘Strange Men’ in Southerly (Violence 78.3) – TW for sexual assault & violence ‘Night Drive’ came…
Just discovered this great discussion of/around Rupetta. The podcast discussion includes two episodes, one discussing various ideas and para-texts prior to reading the novel, and the other a post-reading discussion. It’s always a little disconcerting listening to/being privy to other people’s discussion of your work, but I really enjoyed hearing Adrian M Ryan and Charlotte Geater…
What have I been up to lately? Here’s a list of a few recent publications … ‘Night Drive’ (a poem) in Verity La. ‘The Beautiful Husband’ (a short story) in Social Alternatives (Volume 36, no 3) A Rory Gilmore Reading Challenge ‘review’ of Dickens’s David Copperfield at Going Down Swinging. I co-edited a special issue…
An audience needs something stronger than a pretty little love story. So, why shouldn’t I write of monsters? (Mary Shelley, the character, from the 1935 film Bride of Frankenstein) Darlings! You won’t believe it. (Well, you might). Here’s the most amazing news: in March next year, I’ll be a Guest of Honour at the 39th annual…
after we are dead nobody will remember the way you looked at me this afternoon or the way your hand / grazed by sunlight perfectly described the arc of a bird’s flight someone else will walk along this road / and see that same tree / older now and bent towards some other sky even…
At 2:30 pm today, a huge part of my life is ending. And all day (all week, all month) I’ve been struck by every fucking clichĂ© that people use to comfort or sustain themselves through such moments. They just sneak up on me, wash through me. They’re as insistent and melodramatic and pointless as a cyclone….
(lines from the 2015 film, Joy) there is a gun on the table the only other person in the room got here from hard work patience and humility only one of you can prevail only one of you is like a gas leak silently killing us do you pick up the gun? pick up the…
For Rebecca Jessen Once upon a time I promised to tell you a story about the past (you are going to write about the future). At the film screening, a woman says that this film will never be shown again. It is showing signs of magenta drift. In the future, it will not be (though…
Before the sun and night and the blue sea, I vow To stand faithfully by all that is brave and beautiful; To seek adventure and having discovered aught of wonder, or delight, of merriment or loveliness, To share it freely with my comrades, the Band of Happy Rowers. [1] I told my mother that I…