If you will agree to correspond with me, you shall have news,
lively fancies, humorous sallies, provided that you give me
elegant sentiments, just criticisms and ingenious observations
on Human Nature, I write to Noel Edmonds.
I am intrigued by your theories, your belief in the non-existence of death,
your philosophy of ‘business at the front, party at the back’,
and have latterly used your contraptions to rid me of silverfish
and remain optimistic for the leg what ails me, I write further to Noel Edmonds.
I wait every morning for the postman to bring a letter from Noel Edmonds
with its distinctive postmark of two flamingos, but none arrives,
only parcels for the McKenzies who live across the canyon
and buy their multivitamins in bulk online.
Nevertheless, it is a beautiful day,
neither summer not winter, but somewhere in between.
I have some poems in this, a series of collaborative works written with and organised by Aaron Kent, available on Broken Sleep Books.
Two new pieces 'the temperature of the water' and 'when it gets dark, I fetch my special spoon' are online at Litter. Good to have some poetry out there again - the first in a while.
This is an excellent anthology, which I'm very happy to be in, dedicated to the late Pete Shelley, edited by Andrew Gallix, Tomoé Hill and C.D. Rose and published by Dostoyevsky Wannabe. Full list of contributors: Emma Bolland, Victoria Briggs, Tobias Carroll, Shane Jesse Christmass, David Collard, Sarah-Clare Conlon, Lara Alonso Corona, Cathleen Davies, Jeremy Dixon, Sharron Duggal, Wendy Erskine, Gerard Evans, Javi Fedrick, Mark Fiddes, Andrew Gallix, Meave Haughey, Tomoé Hill, Richard V. Hirst, David Holzer, Andrew Hook, Tom Jenks, Jonathan Kemp, Luke Kennard, Mark Leahy, Neil Nixon, Russell Persson, Hette Phillips, Julie Reverb, C.D. Rose, Lee Rourke, Germán Sierra, Beach Sloth, NJ Stallard, Rob Walton.
New micro fiction piece in the excellent Okay Donkey, featuring bears, apples, cream and disposable plastic gloves.
Re-purposing Protect and Survive with SJ Fowler for the European Camarade, Manchester, April 2019.
I've got a new prose piece in Queen Mob's Teahouse, called 'The Baby'. It's a mixture of written and found text, 9 sections, each exactly 111 words.