Orpheus Signs On
A poem Orpheus Signs On Orpheus stubs out a smokeashtray overflowing mildewed wallscouncil flat, cracked window panetaped up cardboard draught
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A poem Orpheus Signs On Orpheus stubs out a smokeashtray overflowing mildewed wallscouncil flat, cracked window panetaped up cardboard draught
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Read moreGrowing up, getting into trouble, and learning from the fiercest teacher on the street: my cat Freddie. Missed Part I?
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Read moreI wrote this poem back in June 2025, thinking about pigeons, how they were domesticated by us, used by us,
Read moreIn 1975, I was born reluctantly into a house with three cats. One of them — Freddie — would become legendary. This is the story of my early years in Hastings: supermarket expeditions with a determined tortoiseshell cat, free school milk stolen by Margaret Thatcher, lisping my way through Blacklands Primary, and learning that pigeons were better company than most children.
The first part of My Life in Cats.
I was recently invited to put together a list for Shepherd.com, a site where writers share books that have inspired
Read moreIn February 2025, I self-published my debut novel, The Night Swimmer, while managing a tight budget. Despite initial challenges, I navigated self-publishing without significant costs by leveraging free resources, enlisting a friend for editing, and utilizing platforms like Amazon KDP and IngramSpark. Marketing remains a steep learning curve.
Read moreAfter months (read years) of writing (and rewriting), I’m thrilled to announce my debut novel, The Night Swimmer, is finally out!
Read moreSir Ox Hat, is a painting about the anti-depressant Seroxat, A painting about the Seroxat pharmaceutical scandal, hence the name
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