I just watched a snake shed his skin. He peeled himself out of it or it off himself with muscular movements the old skin lying in the sand shapes of …Read More

For C.Y.   Juggler I To throw these plates in perfect balance as if lighter than the weight of thoughts, I must believe I’ve taken them from some dream of …Read More

For a year now, I’ve been flitting and have had no fixed and settled ‘home’. I decided to mark time passing by posting some fragments about it all here. Other …Read More

Moving Mountains   The light casts mountains to blue shadows which only fall because they’re afraid of heights. There’s a shine in the trails of aeroplanes. It’s caught in a …Read More

The notes of possibility… a dream of coming back.   Watching the sky change from light grey clouds to the dark of night in the space of a half hour. …Read More

When writing Cooking with Bones, and designing a futuristic city, I took a lot of time over getting the name right. I eventually chose Paradon as it’s an anagram of …Read More

I found a small bridal shoe in an alleyway a few years ago. It looked as if Cinderella had run away. Remembering her ugly sisters, I collected toenail clippings for …Read More

I like the condensed nature of poems: they’re great for capturing a theme, a moment, an emotion. Many poems I write, I’d never show anyone. I use them as sketches …Read More

The lovely Francine Toon at Sceptre set this pinterest page up for Cooking with Bones. It was amazing to see how many details she remembered from having read the book. …Read More

I was interviewed by Foyles on the origins of my debut novel Snake Ropes. The full interview and a short story can be read on the author page on the …Read More