Hello!

I'm a poet and short story writer based in the south west of the UK, who writes surreal and imagistic work. I mess around with words and self publish, both here and in real life. I also perform as a spoken word artist, haunting open mics with my nonsense.

My writing has appeared in Neon Magazine, Nine Muses Poetry and Marble Poetry.

This website has all my writings and my books. It also has a blog I've been maintaining for 8 years. Subjects include art, politics, poems and anything else I fancy.

Here is what I'm up to now.

Recent Posts

Quick Dice Poetry Exercise

Sat Jun 22 2024 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)

When I wrote about creativity and Dungeons and Dragons, I mentioned I had adapted roll tables to create a random poetry prompt. I thought I'd write up the process in case it's useful for anyone else.

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Always That Chimeric Skyline

Wed May 29 2024 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)

Streets now sliced streaks of
shimmering turquoise, scarlet and
funeral grey blurs, suggestions of
doors, signs and windows barely
registering. How long, running for a
lifetime? No wheezes, no stitches, no
sweat. Pavement treadmills, that
red car ahead suspended in
motion. I need to catch up. Why? No
time for questions. Legs now
pistons, push my hazy memory of a
body forever forward as the city
loops over again towards the
vanishing point, never reached —

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Creativity lessons from Dungeons and Dragons

Fri May 24 2024 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)

For the last few years, I've been playing Dungeons and Dragons as a Dungeon Master. This is the person who creates the world and encounters for the players to explore. Every session is fun and I enjoy inventing increasingly strange situations for the party to react to.

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A Ritual

Tue May 14 2024 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)

I have been unable to describe the shape
of my body. Birds sing laments, mourning
for our forgotten winter in a language
only they know, nonsense to me. The sky
is a sermon printed on cheap paper,
orange markers bleeding through the page.
My garden whispers like a fading dream
as thoughts transmute to smoke,
wisp and separate and float. Recently

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"G Man"

Fri May 03 2024 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)

When asked to provide an account
he spoke only in pollen drifts.

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