I write poetry, sometimes.
I haven’t written anything recently.
I have not written a great deal in the last few years.
Life is fun but hectic and often far too serious.
I had a book published in 2004 called Delicate Elephant and some short films were made to accompany the book. The book went down quite well and the films have been watched a lot on the internet. I also hung out with Monkey Kettle (MK and wider poets and artists) for a while and supported the production of a fine, fine collection and a CD (check out Monkey Kettle).
Then the days stretched into weeks and months and I became less a poet and more a council worker and pusher of korfball (my sporting passion). I was annoying myself that the little rhythms in my head and the alternative universes I slipped into as I slid to sleep were being wasted. I never captured them. They swam away. They could have been tiddlers or the biggest carp in the pond.
I like challenge. I like to achieve. I like recognition, but play the modest man reasonably well (though it is a thin veneer). I feel an urge to broadcast. I am a show off with a lot going on in my head.
