Fiction

‘A Lost Sheep’ (Oh Comely Magazine, June 2017)

For the Touch issue, a fairytale of desire and disgust set in the deep Devon countryside.

Extract

A ewe, loose and ragged in her fleece, wrapped in brambles like a prisoner in barbed-wire. Shock hit like smelling salts…and I shivered at the death she’d suffered: The thorns winding tighter, biting deeper. A long time it took too: The grass all around her head was eaten bare and maggots moved in her raw places.

Her eye opened.


‘The Romance of Maintenance’ (The Simple Things, Mar 2017)

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A short story on the power of beautiful routine for The Simple Things magazine.

Extract

Every evening, my grandfather walked his fields with a knife and ball of baler twine. Always a new hole worked by a fox coming in or a sheep going out, and by trussing it up with strong orange cord he kept everything in better order than if he’d waited for money and time to replace his fences. What I loved in my ferocious grandfather – that tender mender of fences with improvised knots – was formed from loss.


“This lovely story spoke so well of my own family…I was brought up in a household that always repaired things…This is a keep forever story.” Simple Things reader.


‘The Weather House’ (Unpsychologies, Issue 3, June 2016)

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The Weather House, and my accompanying illustration, appeared in the June 2016 Childhood issue of Unpsychology Magazine.

Unpsychology Magazine is a journal dedicated to subjects close to my heart: Wild mind, neurodiversity, stewardship and soul-making.  I am honoured to be appearing in the same issue as an author whose work is as vast in scope as mine is close: Jay Griffiths, whose last chapter from the masterful Kith: The Riddle of the Childscape is being reprinted in full. I return to this book often as my own children grow and recommend it whole-heartedly to all parents and teachers.

Copies of the magazine can be bought in Lewes at Skylark books on the groundfloor of the Needlemakers, or ordered direct from the publisher.

Extract

They are alone again, mother and child. Minn has come outside with tearless eyes and lips set firm. Beside her at the unworked edge of their vegetable garden she has piled her small stock of treasures. Badger brush, Cufflink, the shaving soap, some fishing flies…She draws a line with her stick then up ends it so to dig. This and more she has learned from her grownups. Holes are made and spaced apart as seeds are…She smiles at the idea they might grow and make more of themselves, but knows they will not.