Poetry Postmortem (7)

Patient: The Underground by Seamus Heaney Over on my Substack, I have this series called Poetry Postmortem. The purpose of … More

Diary: Theatre Debut

“Last night, I dreamt of making sense, parts of speech caught up in sheets and blankets, long strips of fabric … More

I am extremely excited to announce that my short play The Change has been chosen as part of a Shorts … More

At the beginning of the year, I sent off my book, The Maggot on Maple Street, for the Poetry Book … More

Over the last few months, there have been many tweets from various writers who seem dismayed by having to promote … More

Do our likes and dislikes shape us into the people we believe we are, or are we shells of a … More

I was formed from the yolkof society, and that’s wherethe trouble began. Mother grew my bones and guts in her … More

I have been unhappy with my Instagram for a while now, and I follow quite a few book bloggers on … More

After ‘The Moon Under Water’ by George Orwell My favourite bookshop, The Scribe and Slate, floats on a large river. … More

In another life… nature hasn’t turned in on itself. In another life… our blood has conjoined beyond the froth of … More