About
I began my writing career adapting Asterix books as weekly plays for my class, then evolved my tum-ti-tum ballad style with a moving epic about the death of Lord Mountbatten. Surviving years of morbid teenage love poetry, I forgot about writing for a bit and went to work in the City. Fifteen years later I saw sense, moved to the Highlands and wrote my first novel and some more poems. Won a biggish poetry prize, was Hampshire Poet Laureate for a couple of years, then swerved into comic fiction.
So far I’ve published four novels in my Stockwell Park Orchestera series: Life, Death and Cellos; Bold as Brass; Continental Riff; and The Prize Racket. Links and info on the home page.
I have a couple of radio plays and a sitcom loitering in a drawer. I don’t practise the cello enough. Can sing a top C. Make a lot of cake. Have won the coveted Foyles’ Friday #bookgame on Twitter, twice, in the olden days when it was nice. We all chat on Bluesky now. That’s probably all you need to know.
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Ms Rogers:
Read your good poem: Watching the Perseids in today’s E Poetry Foundation Poem of the Day.
Thinking about being, like you allude, one can run & hide, but never escape. One’s memory always exposes us maybe only to ourselves. And then death straddles life perhaps every day. But the line: the body can’t see straight is perhaps most thought provoking to me
for we see through prisms of what we know. As prisms bend the light, we follow the contours of our mind.