2017 - Present
2013 - Present
The multimodal vignette of a 19th century.
An x-year project begun whilst serving as Interactive-Writer-In-Residence at the British Library. Centering around the simple biography of Isaak Scinbank, a forgotten Victorian sailor, dilletante fisherman and rescuer of Sir John Franklin, the famously disaparated Arctic explorer, the work straddles handbound manuscripts, digital cairns, pen-and-ink drawings, musical recordings, fictional scholarship, physical artefacts, online mappings and some very hard biscuits in an attempt to demonstrate the impossibility of history.
An artificially-intelligent simulation of the familiar "spyrit" of an 18th century Yorkshire cunning woman, bound within a chalked circle, and lit only by inconstant candlelight. You approach it with no other protection than a crude grimoire entitled A Housekeeping: the cunning woman's manual of spells, 'receipts' and secrets for commanding this paranatural yet compliant creature. It sees you approach, and calls out in a strangled voice...
This mixed reality installation piece is the central practice of my interdisciplinary PhD with Bath (Computer Science) and Bath Spa (Creative Digital Writing) universities, funded by the AHRC's SWWDTP program.
A fictive essay, commissioned by the Writing Platform, providing a more positive vision of robot/human relations in the automated workplace of the near future.
Use your mouse to pilot the mouse-shaped, tax-funded starship of a Saucerberk, an employee of the Intergalactic Remembrance & Reconciliation Concordat. Visit an endless variety of politically-sensitive debris fields, the memorialised remnants of past space battles, pirate attacks and famous accidents, in order to cleanse them of the tactless aliens that infest them, threatening to graffiti the memory of the dead with their presence and cause a public relations disaster.
An essay about the banality of last words, plane crashes and what Gordon Calleja calls the "ruins fetish" of videogames.
As Nathan Grayson claims, unfortunately without citation, ""probably the biggest thing on videogame inventories ever written". An essay for Rock, Paper, Shotgun about the true weight of things and 'critical backpacking'.
|2018||Library Of Ideas, British Library|
|2018||Inner Lives Conference, Oxford University|
|2018||Museum Of Witchcraft & Magic, Cornwall|
|2018||Centre For Creative Computing, Bath Spa University|
|2017||Association For Heritage Interpretation Conference, Inverness|
|2017||Continue Conference, National Videogame Arcade, Nottingham|
|2017||Early Stage Researcher Conference, Bath Spa University|
|2017||MIX Digital, Bath Spa University|
|2016||WordPlay, British Library|
|2016||Empathy Research Group, Bath Spa University|
|2016||Early Stage Researcher Conference, Bath Spa University|
|2016||Creativeworks London Festival, Somerset House|
|2016||Crossroads of Curiosity, British Library|
|2015||Centre For Creative Computing, Bath Spa University|
|2014-2015||Musical Performances at the British Library|
|2014-2015||Lines In The Ice Exhibition, British Library|
|2014||Digital Conversations, British Library|
|2012||Bournemouth University, Bournemouth|
|2013||Exeter University, Exeter|
|2013||York University, York|
|2012||Futurebook Conference, London|
|2018||Cave Paintings (The Writing Platform)|
|2016||Yoki (The Goodly Mist)|
|2016||The Pheasant (The Goodly Mist)|
|2015||An Exercise in Historical Hooliganism (The Writing Platform)|
|2015||The House Of Lords, Commoners and Everybody Else (Collection Care Blog)|
|2018||Review, Aaron Reed|
|2016||Case Study, EthOs Database|
|2016||Interview, BBC Radio Derby|
|2015||Interview, Kill Screen|
Review, Emily Short
Review, Rock Paper Shotgun
|2014||Interview, Videogame Tourism|
|2013||Article, The Observer|
|2013||Article, The Guardian|
|2013||Article, The Gameological Society|
|2013||Interview, Rock Paper Shotgun|
|2013||Article, Rock Paper Shotgun|
|2013||Article, PC Gamer|
|2013||Article, The Atlantic|
|2013||Article, The Verge|
|2013||Article, The Huffington Post|
|2013||Interview, Starburst Magazine|
|2012||Article, The Guardian|
|2012||Click Technology News, Sky News|
|2018||Visiting Lecturer in Digital Narrative, Royal College Of Art|
|2018||Curator, Interactive Fiction Summer School, British Library|
|2018||Employability Workshop, Galaxias Tech & Gower College|
|2017||Guest Lecturer, Interactive Fiction Summer School, British Library|
|2017||Interactive Fiction Workshop, ESR Conference, Bath Spa University|
|2016||Interactive Fiction Workshop, WordPlay Festival, British Library|
|2015 - Present||Interactive Fiction Workshops For Primary & Secondary Schools|
|2014||Employability Workshop, British Library Youth Forum|
|2018||Resident Artist, Museum Of Witchcraft & Magic, Boscastle, Cornwall|
|2016||Resident Writer, Inshriach Bothy, Aviemore, Scotland|
|2014-2015||Interactive Fiction Writer-in-Residence, British Library, London|
A very extended essay for Rock, Paper, Shotgun on the meaning and purpose of computational art.
A Twine interactive fiction written for Shelter UK, the national housing and homelessness charity. Play as Lucy, a woman ruminating and rummaging through her memories of a house she loved but could not save.
A choose-your-own-misfortune and a comment on our national crisis of agency.
A short play about two kidneys gaslighting each other. Performed in the lumbar darkness of Exeter's Bike Shed Theatre in 2010.
A series of short children's stories, with accompanying Key Stage materials and gingerbread recipes, revealing the less-than-fairytale lives of the inhabitants of the village of Sherbeton.
From a subletting ghost to the adventuress turning greasy eggs in her bedsit with her legendary sword, the children discuss the factual problems of these fictional characters with their classmates, before building gingerbread models of their crumbling homes to raise money for Shelter UK's Great Gingerbread House Sale, run across thousands of UK schools; an endeavour which supports the charity's ongoing work to save Britain's equally-friable housing market.
Illustrations by Paper Moon.
I always hated having to describe it, but considering that it is now no longer readable, I suppose I had better make an attempt.
Playing as the sole survival of a mythical civilisation, you joined the Widsith Institute, a research organisation with one, rather myopic tender: to excavate, analyse and then re-inter the grave goods of your long-dead, demi-god boyfriend. You gathered and examined his diaries, scattered across the Internet, and read about his other lovers, from other Atlantises. You gathered his strange instruments and luggages, slowly remembering his cataclysmic selfishness and how desperate he was to be liked. You contracted his divine venereal diseases, preserved in canopic vials, instead of promotions or pay rises. You sent screeching, jealous emails to other players, playing his other partners, in your incompatible, near-extinct dialects. You rubbed lotion on the sore breasts of a giant. You washed yourself in a clear stream. You tried to keep your desk tidy.
Rather appropriately, the Project has been archived, along with much supplementary and developmental material, and placed in a Github repository for gratis and libre study, re-release or disassembly.
A short story about those very particular types of train journeys when it is raining darkly outside and the body heat is making a string of vernacular architectures all along the carriages and you feel unbearably safe and sad and shocked by the electrostatic fields that surround everybody else's knees -
A short play about the denizens of the N5 bus, running all night from Trafalgar Square, via Moon Lane, to the centre of my head.
A travelogue essay about islopathia, internal and external Channels and ultimately (as usual) myself.
A short story about site-specificity, Scottish kebabs and Roman apiculture.
A poetry chapbook which, disregarding whatever I might tell you if we meet, never had any particular theme. Unallied pieces about Elizabeth Bishop, the gods of juvenilia, a large mistake and an ocean that I will never see.
The title is, to date, the best compliment that I have ever recieved.
With illustration by Jack Teagle.
A small trove of family silver, and an exercise in historical solipsism, to celebrate the occasion of my parent's 25th wedding anniversary.
Alternating stories and poetry demonstrate the complete lack of reverberation between their humdrum, personally-vital relationship and the history of what was, briefly, my home town.
My mum has the only hard copy, and she will probably lend it to you if you ask nicely. If not, it's on the pine bookcase in the bay window of the front room, second shelf up, ten deep. Don't worry, she won't miss it; she hasn't read it in years.
A collaboration with photographer Ed Lyon: poetry and pictures relaying media from a little-known and benighted country.
Poetry and prose, with illustrations by Sarah Alice, written to curse the animist failings of my own, pseudo-human body.
Bad toes, squash-weak testosterone and bear gall.
Published by Philistine Press.
A short story about deep husbandry and the theatre of digestion.