One drizzly morning I took a bus in London and ended up in Barcelona. I knew Barcelona from Jean Genet via Gene Genie via Bowie. I stayed. I robbed a life from the pockets of adventure.

Poetry is sketching. Fiction is the great messy monstrosity of a painting: the task of trying to get 90,000 brush strokes to sit right.

I write first drafts by hand. I edit on a laptop. I approve by trying to read the thing out loud.

I write speculative fiction because I can create a universe and populate it with colour and ideas and freshness.

Me thinking I can create a universe…no more bio needed.