A Fool's Hope.

Monkey Puzzle.

On the steppes of my front garden rests a monkey puzzle tree,
a veritable Rhodean Colossus torn down, premature,
by the reach of its own roots.

Amber sacs congregate in its dimming alcoves
and swallow spiders whole,
spiders whose webs dangle absent across the barbs of its leaves
like office shirts on a washing line.

The monkey puzzle rips up concrete like fish-and-chip newspaper,
and slices reams of prom-dress netted fabric
with all the grace of a reluctant seamstress,
that dreams of higher boughs.

My monkey puzzle tree grows and grins
as it scrapes against the silverwork of the seasonal German automobiles
and brushes away their passing with the broken promise of snows.

My monkey puzzle rues the day
it is to be pulled from its dwindling throne
and entombed in the annals of the compost bin.

Towers of Silence.

A piece of Historical Fiction developed for my historical module this year. This piece forms part of a larger narrative I have entitled ‘Spears of a Golden Sun’. Working with and researching Eastern/Persian culture was immensely fascinating, and writing it was challenging but rewarding. I included a glossary too, just in case. Enjoy.

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I wrote this piece for my Advanced Fiction module last semester, and it was very well-received. I’m quite proud. It’s intended to be the start of a novel that I may or may not pursue… it was great fun to write. Read the rest of this entry »

I can only apologise for my silence.

I have a huge number of short pieces awaiting marking to hopefully publish in the next 3 weeks or so. The dissertation piece is going we: definitely something I’d like to turn into a novel… so stayed tuned on that! Thanks.


Sometimes, it’s quite nice to write for the sake of writing. No particular aims with this. Just a narrative voice that was a pleasure to write. Inspired by this prompt on ‘Our Words Unheard’. Enjoy!

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Writing Prompt List ~ Week 1


I’ll be writing number 3 whilst I’m on holiday.

Originally posted on Words Unheard Writing Community:

prompt w1

Choose one prompt a week, or do them all if you feel up for the challenge. Feel free to send us your finished pieces, no matter the length or quality, we’d love to see how you do.

Good luck!


Prompt 1: Unpacking Thought Verbs

Inspired by Chuck Palahniuk’s writing advice, this prompt will challenge you to ban ‘thought verbs’. Each time you use one, you must unpack it by showing it, not telling. For example:

‘Sarah knew Oliver was hiding something’ becomes:

‘Oliver shifted his weight for a second time, still not meeting her gaze. He seemed fascinated with his cuffs. Oliver King was many things, but a fidget was not one of them.’

Here are a few more examples of thought verbs: believes, considers, remembers, wonders, thinks, understands, notices. The prompt can also apply to feeling verbs such as likes, loathes, dreads, admires. You can write it…

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A Song of Infamy.

Another assignment for this year. We had to adapt and re-write fairy-tale, so I chose the Little Mermaid… it’s hard to even imagine the sheer violence and impact of Pearl Harbor, but I like to think that I have attempted to do so with the utmost respect. Thanks!

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For Evelyn.


A couple of friends have recently undertaken the huge challenge of editing an online magazine/blog to showcase upcoming writers. I’ve been featured on it!

Originally posted on Thursday Identity:

‘The weak noise of her eyes easily files my impatience to an edge.’

-E.E. Cummings.

More often than not I have wanted to take this ethereal blade of avidity and place it in her skull. Yet I resist. I resist because I love her. I resist because every morning these same eyes still take my breath away.

I resist because I am man.

The one thing man must do, amongst other things, is keep his sanity. This ability to think is what separates the man from the angel. Men bleed. Angels bleed. But to think, to have that murmur of morality inside your head; that’s what truly makes us human.

I’m sure that’s why my patience has come to an end. Humanity is knowing your name, knowing where you were born, your parent’s names, your favourite food, your favourite book. Knowing is an art. To take that away is, well…

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The Meeting.

So I wrote this for my course, and it got me one of the highest marks I’ve ever received. Personally, it’s far from my favourite, but my tutors couldn’t put it down, so… whatever, really. Enjoy!

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My Soundcloud

My Soundcloud

What some of you may not realise is that I also write and record my own music, both as a solo acoustic performer and with my band, Eraserhead (you can find us on soundcloud here). Here is a song I wrote today, I hope you enjoy it.


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