Escape artist bemoans the bonds of form poetry

So, imagine that all of form poetry was a giant wall made of uneven bricks, lots of little chips and edges and things. Now imagine me trying to write a ghazal by slamming my head repeatedly against that wall as if I’m suddenly going to shatter it. You know, if I keep slapping my forehead… Read More

Performance Anxiety

Forgive me a first post talking about my process. I am writing a book made up of nine stories. They are linked, taking place in a brightly-coloured science fiction world. I am about to start writing a first draft of the ninth and final story, and find myself stalling. The project has changed from the… Read More