Succotash
With apologies to everyone who has already seen this of Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and all that… but I’ve had an essay published by the London Magazine entitled “Psychogeography and Succotash. … Continue reading
It’s Pissing Down On Rockall
Since I made the decision to take some time out from my PhD, I’ve not really felt much like writing. I’ve read a lot, but the stress of my recent … Continue reading
Oh Hey!
Look! Submerged my poetic polemic about post-brexit Britain is back from the printers! Angsty, angry and bleak, it’s a bricolage stream-of-conscious outpouring for the disenfranchised European that fuses, original poetry, … Continue reading
Selkie
1 Fríðr lived in a village by the sea with her husband and two children. She had many friends and was highly respected until her husband, a fisherman, was lost … Continue reading
Féach Thiar (Fastnet)
Steam driven exiles, ragged, beaten by absentee english, leave a tear far behind them – its paraffin eye scanning stony atlantic tar ar ais tar ar ais It calls, … Continue reading
Obligatory Covid 19 Poem
Listen. The directionless monoxide retch of engines – quarrelling in sick arteries has quieted. Listen as the air thins and echoes sound in the urban uncertain – leaves rattling, … Continue reading
The Phantom Hitch-hiker – A True Story
Unexpected prose alert! My friend Mark had just bought a car and we would go for night drives, hunting for UFOs or headless horsemen or any other Fortean madness that … Continue reading
Vikingr
I took part in a conference at The University of Portsmouth called “Mapping – Uncharted Territory.” My video piece contained three of the poems from my Shipping Forecast project – … Continue reading
England Underground
Like any other day, the sun rose not caring that the earth would steal its light, holding onto it like like a frenzied mother smothering her child. Not caring that … Continue reading
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