I’ve made my old poetry site private. I didn’t want to go so far as deleting it, as I may want to bring it back in another form later, but the fact that I hadn’t updated it in months made it pretty clear that it was no longer representing how I see myself as a poet, and that most of the stuff up there wasn’t very representative of my writing and performance. Plus, it’s tiresome to have too many sites for yourself, and I already have too many! So instead I’ve made a new page with ographies of every kind: places I’ve been published, filmed, performed and directed. There’s less there, but it’s better! Expect more revisions of my online world to come.
Some stories- The Mind Plays TricksTo our regret, Chocolate Lightbulb is on holiday for the past week and this week, and maybe the next. It is much better for the Experiment to decide this than for it to struggle to keep up. We look forward to seeing you soon.
- Those scissors can’t cut me.When I was 6, a teacher told me not to run with scissors: it only made me want to try. I ran again and again, and survived unblemished every time. Now I rock-climb freehand, refuse to look both ways, dare the world to hurt me. I feel, always, disappointed.
- There’s no way you can like both!“It’s not right” said Miss Spence. “All the other boys love the football. He’s ostracising himself.” Mr Watkins nodded, saying, “He says he doesn’t see the point. He says, ‘Why can’t they both win?’” Miss Spence harrumphed. “With an attitude like that, he’s a born loser.”
- The Mind Plays Tricks
