A pleasant and informal natter with friend and fellow writer Samantha Mosca. Hear us bitching and bragging about all things from the soulnessness of the open-mic scene to the greatness of real writers like Millay and Murakami. There’s also a sexy poem in there somewhere (of course). Check out Sam’s podcast for more literary natterings. Cheers x
Delighted to take part in this year’s Hotbed Festival courtesy of Menagerie Theatre, who were kind enough to stage a reading of my incipient play The Etymology of Love- on the 8th of July at the Cambridge Junction. my thanks and respect x
My story Swallows read here by Peter Handley on The Chiminea Show – story comes in at about 1:12:48
A little poem about environmentalism and the fallacy of progress. All film and sound credits go to Cole Risby.
A collaborative play produced by Twisted Willow Theatre. Ten writers individually created ten different scenes using the same characters and concepts. The scenes were then woven and folded together by head writer Kim Komljanec to create a coherent narrative. It enjoyed a two week run at the Corpus Christi Playroom in Cambridge and did pretty well. An interesting and fun experience. My scene comes in at about 36 mins on the first half. With thanks to Saskia van Ryneveld.
In reaction to recent political and global events, here is a poem and a drawing. The meaning of which, I think, is that in dire times we find our honest selves. And we find also, that are willing fight to the death for our freedoms.
I go to sleep unsatisfied tonight. But in my chest
the gods are churning. In my thoughts a storm
gathers. Shadows clouding out
the surface, leaving only the empty void.
The darkness and the truth.
Shapeless like love. Faceless like fury.
There is a purity here
that strengthens me. There are words
in the depths
of our most human moments. There is colour
in the wastelands of our busy lives.
There is music
in our open palms. Our closed eyes.
I go to sleep unsatisfied tonight.
Tomorrow I wake and go
A short book exploring the nature of love. The central theme being that love exists in everyday actions, not grand gestures; and as such, there are infinite words that mean love. This was a hand-made gift for my cousin’s wedding.