Here you can read a little about myself and my publications, my other writing projects and any upcoming readings and events I'm involved with. You can also read my idle thoughts in 'Fallout'. My debut poetry collection, Los Alamos Mon Amour (Salt Publishing) has just been launched and is in bookshops and online stores now.

Converting St Paul's

“There’s no such thing as a Protestant cathedral.”
We’re sitting in Balls Brothers’ garden, gazing
at the pigeon-grey dome of St Paul’s, which,
in its ample folds of Portland stone,
looks pretty convincing. “So what do you make of that?”
Pause. “It’s just a hump-backed monument
to the Empire.” I think of Wellington and Nelson,
the Falklands War, the hidden chapel
where OBEs can get hitched. She may have a point.
I swirl my pinot grigio in the bowl
of the fine-stemmed glass, like they taught me
at Vinopolis. The dome that might have dwarfed
St Peter’s genuflects, submerged in the heat haze
of pale wine as if bathed in Roman sunshine.

From Los Alamos Mon Amour