The Howling House

This is my homepage, which means that here you can find my poetry, prose, lists and verbal vomit presented in an inconsequential and bewildering manner.
If you don't have all day, use the library and just get what you need.

I agree that a website should be visitor-oriented and not just a junkyard of personal memorabilia but this is definitely the latter.

what's new?

• I might have found premises for the bookshop but the landlord is elusive so we'll see if I can hunt him down. I'm reading a guide on bookselling
  and it's increasingly evident that I will have to ignore all that good advice. Everyone seems to be stressed lately, something in the air. Friends, work contacts, everyone. I'm living on a flip of a coin, ostensibly to enforce intermittent dopamine schedules but really because I want to avoid making decisions. Met some lovely people who told me stuff about birds and Northern Soul. Gave my cat a bad scissor cut to get rid of dreadlocks, now
  he looks a bit weird. Autumn is not unwelcome even if there was no summer, two strawberries in the backyard are just beginning to ripen.
• Added another year's batch to my reading list. I've been invited to a book club irl with some great people and I'm so keen
  but I am reading 4844 books at once and I know it's not good when I can't remember if a quote is from Pynchon or Dickens.
• Added a photo to illustrate one of the disclaimer pages. It's from summer 2021.