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Thursday
Aug212014

The Inertia recently published a piece called Seeking Stillness about big-wave surfer Mitch Corbett. 

Thursday
Aug212014


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Delighted for my poetry and painting to be published by Dark Mountain Project. If you don't already know them, please read their manifesto

Thursday
Aug212014

Agenda, one of the widest known and most respected poetry journals (founded in 1959 by Ezra Pound and William Cookson) have very kindly published three of my poems in their Broadsheet 22

Thursday
Aug142014

 


The esteemed Caught by the River published Of Other Dreams, my encounter with a snow-cave. 

 

Thursday
Aug142014

Found in a dusty old box...

 

Monday
Jul212014

My short essay 'Saltwater Blood' was published in the most recent Kinfolk

Monday
Jul212014

Costa Rica, Iceland, Orkneys 2012/13 contact sheets. 

 

 

 

Thursday
Jul032014

 

My first novel, Shineland, is finished. Please follow @intoshineland for updates...

Molly Soames isn’t like anyone else. She’s carrying the Wakening, a remarkable power that helps her understand animals. When Mortimer Wyse starts stealing pupils from the eyeballs of the people she loves, Molly must go on a perilous journey into the world inside the pupil, Shineland, to seek everything she’s lost. If she’s going to survive, Molly must learn to truly trust her gift.

Friday
Jun062014

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One of my poems was handwritten on a wall as part of a group show for new culture sharing site Cultshare. Here's the full text:
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Eidolon

She is the seed-knowledge in the ravines

Under concrete, soft-headed sleeper

Dreams beneath gum patina and feet tramp

Ignored static bleeds angry stamp

Seeps through seams

Where a shadow forest creeps

Under the glum fabric of man

All her whispers are leaf brush

The delicate fan of night branches

Her speech is the soft dirge of mush

Preaching forgotten implores

This army of lurking shades

Phantoms in paving slabs

Viridian certainty, poised potential

Chasms in her skin boil with life

Ruts in the valleys,

Thunder-claps on the peak

Bats in the grammar, sly as the adders

Wound about her roots

Each a tendril, tender seeks

There is no turning the head

Unfound, the eyeless thief

Cracks every question of your heart

And answers them, piece by busted piece
Tuesday
May062014

Drifting

*Photo by Lucky James, jungle boogie...
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I've been out in West Clare with the big-wave surfers turned farming community over there, courtesy of Cushe footwear, who are great guys. It was inspiring to see people who have realised the dream of being professional surfers actually turn away from it to focus on health and community. Good fuel for a long feature currently being wrought.
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I was published on Riverlit and Style.com last week, and recently on Caught by the River and the Journal of Wild Culture
Getting ready to pitch my novel during May...