This Moment Hangs In Stolen Air 

A few words about me

I’ve been writing poetry since I was fifteen.
Started as soon as I could play two chords.
Of course,
Back then I called them songs.
Though I never got any good at guitar.
It was the writing that excited me.



I've always loved writing.
But thought I needed to study literature to have the right to create.
I left school a couple of months before my A levels.
To busk my way around Europe in a van.
I'm not against formal education.

The opposite in fact.

It’s just that I didn't have much of it.

Everything I know about the beauty of language is from reading and listening.
My poems come from a fragment of something that I hear.
Or see.
Or invent.
That's my inspiration.
My starting point.
A phrase or sentence that thrills me.
When I have one line.
I know the rest will come.
If I don't get the line.
I'm nowhere.
But once I do.
It's pure pleasure.

I never know what the poem is about when I start it.
I have no structure in mind
No desire for rhyme
No point to make.
The words direct themselves.
At a certain point I know what I'm trying to say.
And suddenly it all becomes clear.
Then I tease and wrestle.
Until the words become.
True.

Where to next?

Thank you for taking the time to read a little bit more about me and my poetry.



I’ve been collaborating with musicians, artists and film makers and even a ceramicist on projects that will hopefully help me do what I love best ; turn people on to poetry, who think that it’s not for them.

As well as running poetry workshops for vulnerable adults with mental health charity, SMART, I also run poetry supper clubs for budding poets and enthusiasts.

I am working with Brighton charity, Forests Without Frontiers, providing poetry for a very exciting project to raise environmental awareness, and plant trees in the local area. Updates to follow!

I create and sell my work from my gallery/studio on Brighton seafront at 238 Kings Road Arches, in the artists’ quarter. I perform my work at events across the UK and beyond. Please contact me if you would like to find out more or make a booking.

In the last decade or so, several people I know have died.
All younger than I am now.
I'm angered and in love with time because of it.
Almost all of my writing seems to reference it.
It is everything.
And yet, it doesn't exist.
What to do with such a thing?
The poems are weapon and balm to it.

Art that excites me is usually not explicit, but creates strong, sometimes visceral, responses from me. I want my work to elicit the same emotional response in others.

I want my poems to make you happy. Make you cry. Make you angry. Make you call someone you love.

Even when you are not sure why.


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