Very pleased to have a short story titled ‘To Sing’ in We’ll Never Have Paris, a collection of writing on Paris edited by Andrew Gallix.
The collection includes some of my favourite writers, some talented folk I’ve worked with, and some friends, including Max Porter, Chris Power, Joanna Walsh, Eley Williams, Tom McCarthy, Susan Tomaselli, David Hayden, Daniela Cascella, Evan Lavender-Smith and many more. Needless to say, it’s a thrill to be a part of it.
Big thanks to Andrew for the call-up and opportunity.
It is my pleasure to have three poems published in the April 2019 edition of the remarkable RIC Journal.
Pleased to be sharing website space with Daniel Fraser and Naveen Kishore and echoes of Jaipur at 6.31pm, among others.
With thanks as usual to the magnanimous and wise Saudamini.
I have a piece in the February 2019 edition of RIC Journal titled Rhinoceros Dream.
It’s always a thrill to be published in the uncanny RIC. I’m deeply thankful and forever indebted to the super talented Saudamini for the encouragement, support and friendship.
I have a piece in the January 2019 edition of RIC Journal titled Poem for the Dead Man.
Thought I could leave the dead man behind… This could only have been published by RIC.
I’m deeply thankful to S – as usual.
My short story or fragment Sundown has been published in the final edition of RIC Journal for 2018. It’s always always a serious pleasure to be in RIC, a singular journal that continues to do its very own thing. Long may that continue.
With thanks to S, as usual.
> Book arrived at my place at 6.35am a week and a half ago
> I gave a copy to my grandmother, inscribed it, on the page before the dedication to her son
> Book has its first review – in Issue 97 of The Collagist
> Readers are reading book
> Thx to Knox Bertie for the cover image
> Thx to Wendy for cover design
I have a book coming out.
That’s a sentence I’ve wanted to be able to write for, I don’t know, over a decade now, but, before March this year, wasn’t something I thought I’d be able to say seriously any time soon – if ever. But Transmission Press have spent the period since then patiently working with me to make this thing to be titled Letter to the Author of the Letter to the Father. It brings together the fiction I’ve written over the last three years or so, and the surprising and gratifying thing about it all – at least for me, their humble author – is to see the resonances and recurrences of themes and motifs across narrative styles and POVs and formal play.
It’s surprising because I wrote these stories to tell stories, yes, but also to challenge and entertain myself. To create, to evoke, to help me deal with life on this weird ball – and not with a serious view of binding them together and putting it up for sale.
I’ll write more about it all soon, but for now I’m grateful to Transmission Press for giving my fragmented, melancholy fiction a chance, and giving me so much creative control while also ensuring we’re creating the best collection possible.
Anyway, don’t worry too much about that right now. Instead, pick up a few books from a bookshop or subscribe to a literary journal or join a library, one with beanbags and aircon.