NEW CROSS GATE TO TRINITY BUOY WHARF
A walk from New Cross Gate to Trinity Buoy Wharf along the Thames, with the writer and filmmaker Adam Scovell
Read MoreA walk from New Cross Gate to Trinity Buoy Wharf along the Thames, with the writer and filmmaker Adam Scovell
Read MoreAndy’s returned to the salt and shingle of the Hollow Shore. There are whispering reeds that grow from from boggy earth, and honking v-shapes of Canada geese overhead. It’s winter; or, a new ice age. In the distance, out to sea, are icebergs. Glaucous gulls and arctic terns in the air, the water's surface breached by leopard seals.
Read MoreBusy times!
Read MoreI'm very happy to announce that my short story 'Greenteeth' has been nominated for a British Fantasy Award! The story originally appeared in Black Static #50 and will be appearing in my collection Hollow Shores, out this October from Dead Ink Books.
Read MoreSo Hollow Shores is very nearly reaching completion. Last few tweaks and edits are being made – cover reveal and general announcements coming soon!
In the meantime here's a very short extract from a brand new story in the collection called 'The Wrecking Days'. Enjoy.
The vampire hunter lived in our town, pedaling its small streets on an antiquated bicycle. He’s famous, I remember my mum whispering to me as a kid. I saw him once during the Oyster Festival, standing on the beach just staring at the little ones as they constructed the oyster cairns, shell grottoes lit from within by flickering candlelight. On the Hollow Shore we had our own way of fending off the darkness, a darkness I could always sense. I saw my friends, my family, the relationships I entered into, as bursts of brief pyrotechnics or slow flickering flame that lit up the endless night. All to be ultimately extinguished, but that was not the point. The fight against the void, that’s what life was about. That’s what the wrecking days were to me. Our doomed resistance.
In the cemetery where the remains of the Moselle flow, where the dead live, a patchwork story of mine stitches itself together.
Read MoreI wrote some stuff that was published this year.
Read MoreI read some books in 2016. A number of them were very good, and as it's Christmas a list is required. Here is that list.
Read MoreTwo Joel Lane books blew me away this year
Read MoreThis is an edited short talk I gave to the MFA class at Kingston University in November 2017.
Read MoreI'm interviewed by Dan Carpenter on the latest episode of The Paperchain Podcast, talking Chuck Tingle, Hookland, An Unreliable Guide to London and why characters in short-fiction drink whisky rather than gin and tonic.
Read MoreI have a new story out as part of the Galley Beggar Singles series. It's called 'We are Nothing but Reeds'. It's a story of seals and selkies, failing relationships in London, C.L. Nolan, sea giants and the redemptive power of the coast.
Read MoreGhosts of the shore
Read MoreIt was the magwitching hour
Sun like soft gold on the tips of the reeds
– ‘The Marsh Harrier’, from Tales of the Hollow Shore, ed. Anon
Read MoreIn Tottenham Cemetery, 11/09/16
Read More'That final tumble. The impact of bone on earth. What happens to the self on impact?'
Happy to say that I have new story in the inaugural issue of Panorama: The Journal of Intelligent Travel – it's called 'Our Own Archipelago', based off of some memorable time spent in Finland in 2014.
Read it here:
It's been a mad few weeks...
Read MoreLovely to see Ambit, who I worked for as a fiction editor until recently, get such a positive mention in the new Best British Short Stories magazine.
Read MoreI haven't updated the website in a while due to various reasons of moving, holidays and other general life changes.
However there have been a few new things worth talking about.
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