Writing is my first love. I started writing stories regularly before I left primary school. I studied other people’s poetry and prose at university, sharpening my self-critical acumen, coming to understand better what I might like to do with words. I’m interested in meaning, in the ways we can create meaning, and in understanding how the apprehension of meaning colours our experience.
I work in prose, and it’s true enough that in one way or another most of what I write is telling a story.
Not everything I do looks like a novel or even a short story: I would write poetry because I certainly want to be able to write lyrically, but I feel more comfortable formally in prose, where the basic unit is the sentence rather than the line.
I’ve included some occasional short pieces here. Click on any of the links below and you’ll be prompted to open or save an A5 PDF of the full text.
Despair: previously published in The Folkestone Anthology, a meditation on faith and lost opportunities.
Shoreline: a short meditation on nature, permanence, and the bridges we try to build to each other.
The Voyage: another story about faith and purpose (I’m a lapsed Catholic), imagining the journey of the Irish monk St Brendan in a coracle to Iceland.
I have finished two longer (novel-length) pieces I’m happy with, and I’m currently working on a third. I’m also currently working out how best to place these things in the public domain. If you happen to be interested in seeing anything of these longer pieces, just drop me an email.
This image on this page is a painting by my brother Mark, created in response to “Waiting”, the first part of one of those longer pieces, Marking Time. The piece is carefully autobiographical, considering how we make sense of our lives by making stories of them, the past contained in chapters or anecdotes.