Notes from the Margins #35

12 10 2016


Firstly, LINGO is Ireland’s most amazing spoken word festival.




I’m appearing at the Festival Klub event in The Cobalt Cafe on Saturday 22nd October with some of my favourite people (Vickey Curtis! Ailish Kerr! Alicia Byrne Keane! BeRn!). And it’s totally FREE.

It’s going to be MEGA. Here’s the full blurb for it:


The piece I’m going to be performing is from a while back, a play-in-verse Blue Boy. There’s a page on the blog here about its initial run of performances in 2013/2014.

In even more amazing (and weirdly directly related news), five days after what’s probably going to be the last performance of Blue Boy ever, it’s getting published in Assaracus: A Journal of Gay Poetry #24, published by Sibling Rivalry Press!


You can order it direct from the publisher here, or it’s available on Amazon here, and The Book Depository eventually (not there yet).

And my last bit of news, my poem ‘Blackbird’ is going to be published in an academic journal, Studies in Arts and Humanties, in Volume 2, Issue 2, which will be out in December. You can view the journal here.



Notes from the Margins #16

23 05 2014


Blue Boy went very well. I freaked audiences out, and occasionally made them cry. Which is all you can hope for as an actrine of the highest calibration


The book, which is titled Circumference, is finished and being sent to the publisher of my dreams next week. Keep all your bits crossed for me.

The first poem from that manuscript to be accepted for publication is A School Photograph which will be appearing in an upcoming issue of Storm Cellar.

In other news, I will have a short story called The Next Village in the next issue of Jonathan, which I am utterly delighted about!

Had a great time in the festival this year. The absolute highlight for me was Margaret Thatcher: Queen of Soho which if you get a chance to see (or even read) do!

This bullet point news post has been brought to you by the need to rush as I am on my teabreak


Notes from the Margins #14

10 02 2014


– I am nearing the end of Book One of American G.I. There’s not long to go know before the inevitable twiddling/fiddling/tinkering/editing phase begins. A year and half has gone into this book and I can’t wait for people to read it.

– A non-fiction prose story about an afternoon’s cruising along Brighton’s seafront has been included in the Queer In Brighton anthology! Out this month! Here’s the cover for the book:

– A poem of mine, Late Night Television in the Afternoon, is due to be published in Glitterwolf #5 in the next couple of weeks NOW alongside such luminaries as D. Period Gilson, Will Stockton and Evan J. Peterson. You can purchase it here. Here is the cover for the issue I’m in:

– Another poem of mine is due to be published in a book called Out of Sequence: The Sonnets Remixed.  It’s due out this summer from Upstart: A Journal of English Renaissance Studies and their print partners Parlor Press. Very exciting!

– There is more news regarding this summer and theatre that I can’t share with you just yet but is VERY EXCITING.

Notes from the Margins #12

5 08 2013

So, this weekend was the work-in-progress showing of my new short play, Blue Boy, at the Quarter Arts Festival was fantastic, and my first time performing onstage outside of the cabaret/drag world in a very long time.

The Triskel Arts Centre is a gorgeous space which holds wonderful things like Cut Hands and Vatican Shadow (both of whom I missed recently in Dublin, and am still stinging about), a gorgeous cafe, an AMAZING record shop and the TDC – The Theatre Development Centre, where Quarter was held.

This was the running order for the day:


The tech was fantastic, and the lights were in full swing! The set-up, the space and the care and attention Makeshift gave the piece was wonderful!


The talk, well, more of a conversation as was intended, on collaboration between artists was fascinating, and will no doubt lead to collaborations from people who attended it.

I was delighted with how well Blue Boy went. People seemed to really enjoy it/get freaked out by it. It seemed to really get under people’s skin. Lots of people saying things to me like, but you’re such a nice guy. It also got compared to Dennis Cooper’s theatre show Jerk, but more favourably in that person’s opinion, which I took as quite the compliment.

After my piece, there was a second performer, Lynn-Marie Dennehy, whose piece of performance art, Window Display, really got under my skin. Beautiful, and unsettling, with lots of things to think about and process from the piece.

After that, Eszter chaired a feedback session with the audience and Lynn-Marie and myself, that used a strict formula to get the most usable feedback for us as possible, and was an extremely helpful process for me.

And that was pretty much it, as due to time constraints I couldn’t stay for the rest of the festival. Thank you so much to Eszter, Caoilain, Leah and Ciara, Queen of Soupland (you had to be there) and the whole of Makeshift for putting together Quarter, and I’ve no doubt it will continue to grow and grow, and hopefully I’ll see you all with something else soon.


The next Quarter will be in November, and I know that they’ll be actively looking for people to participate. So if you’ve got something  you’re working on (of up to 20 minutes in length), drop them an email!

Notes from the Margins #11

28 07 2013


So, this kind of came out of nowhere. I wrote it specifically in response to Quarter’s open call a few weeks ago, and now I’m performing it this Saturday in Cork! INSANE! Mixing dramatic monologue and performance poetry, Blue Boy is an uncomfortable, aggressive, confessional piece, and should be lots of fun to do! If you’re in Cork this weekend, come see it!

Notes from the Margins #10

16 07 2013

So, randomly, whilst I’ve been focussing on poetry, there are a couple of theatre things that may happen. One is a new short that I’ve been working on for the past few days, and the other, rather excitingly, is an adaptation of one of my plays into a different form – THAT IS ALL I SHALL SAY FOR THE MOMENT!

Also, the SWEATBOX reading run by the PETTYCASH collective last weekend was fantastic. And it really was a SWEATBOX, since this summer continues, almost worryingly (for non-Irish readers: an Irish summer normally lasts about three days, a week tops), to continue.

Split into numerous zones (The Basement, The Granny Flat, The Main Area, The Tunnel of Love), there were numerous things going on. The readings were up in the main area and were fantastic. The second reader, right after the host, whose name I can’t remember, totally floored me. Mighty fine performance poetry. I read four poems from Assaracus #11 and Mongrel, forthcoming in Emerge Literary Journal. ‘Twas great. In terms of performance, my highlight of the night was friend and Drag King, Julian Mandrews’ deconstruction of what’s Straight and what’s Gay with wallcharts, markers, sandwiches, techno, and George Michael’s “I’m Your Man”. Gorgeousness.

In other news, this week I have been dipping in and out of Ted Hughes’ Birthday Letters and being astounded by fellow Assaracus poet, Sean Patrick Mulroy, and his poem Pyrokinesis, which takes my breath away. Interestingly (interesting as I also recorded a spoken word album as a present for someone about five years ago), you can listen to him read the poem here.