Writer and Artist
One from the archives – a game I wrote for the Spectrum in 1983 Might do a T Shirt or…
This is something I wrote nearly 24 years ago after attending an event at the Hay-On-Wye Festival Of Literature. Saturday…
Here’s an audio recording of this piece – text below: Yesterday, after a breakfast of tea and toast with tahini…
Due to my cisgender conditioning the inside of women’s public toilets are not familiar to me, but as someone who…
This may turn into a regular column, maybe I’ll try and do it once a week. To read all the…
Reviewing the evidence he just walked up to me as if it was an hour ago my legs were shaking…
(an old poem) Left too long in the shell almost, touching. Shrivelled apricots almost, sweet. Dried-up peanuts without stones. Fit…