So here we are.
You there and my words here.
I’m a storyteller, wilderness rites of passage guide, poet and craftsman here on the edge of Dartmoor and this here is a repository for the shapes I make out of words. I also make masks as Smickelgrim – go HERE to find out more…
BUT…
There’s a new game in town – I’m gradually shifting allegiances to HERE to make way for Other Things to happen on this site. Do go over and see what’s been brewing in the mist and fire. Eventually, everything here will be going over there and all that will be left will be the glowing feather of possible adventures…
In the meantime, do carry on…
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Some work here is long, some is short; some of it’s prose and some’s poetry.
Some’s sweet on the ear and some of it’s a strange beast that came from Nowhere Known.
Some pieces are a bit in-between all of it and that’s perhaps my favourite kind.
Here’s mostly what’s where:
| Poetry A selection of things from the last few years – some have been spoken out on occassion, others are seeing the light of day here for the first time. They are all works in progress, but sometimes the progress takes so long that the change cannot be noticed by the human eye. |
| The Falcon’s Child This is the novel I started writing in 1995. Finished in early 2009, still looking for a publisher. In brief, it’s the story of Digger Gunn, who splits his soul in two, and how he tries to put the pieces back together. It’s a humdinger. |
| Jack Swift A different kettle of squid altogether. I used to tell these rough-hewn, quickly-written stories at Kin, the open-mic night in Edinburgh. Since 2001(?), Jack has been going on adventures with gurus, shamans, astral bears, angels, Baba Yaga, aliens and entities of dubious origin but he is, miraculously, none the wiser. In 2004, some of the Jack Swift tales turned into a book, Jack Swift and the Burundanga Blues. If you’d like to read it, please forward the costs of self-publishing it and I’ll be happy to send you a copy. Or send me an email and I’ll send you a PDF. More collections are planned. The next is provisionally titled Big Mama Bad-Ass and the Boogaloo Road. Any resemblances between Jack and persons living or dead is purely synchronistic trickery. |
| Miscellaneous Oddments Everything else that isn’t poetry, Jack, or The Falcon’s Child. |
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To your space and time from mine, enjoy…