Spending his formative years locked in the attic he escaped and enjoyed a brief, but fruitful, career as a circus freak. It was later, whilst training as a cobbler, that he was lured into the lucrative, glamorous business of writing short stories and poetry. His writing has appeared in, or awaits publication with, Poetry Salzburg Review, the Prague Literary Review, Warm Angel Whiskey, Crescent Moon Journal, The Barricade, The Bathyspheric Review, Dead Drunk Dublin and the Quarterly Literary Review of Singapore. Today he spends his time making collages no one will see and music no one will hear on a dusty four-track. He has recently completed a collection of writing entitled Tierra Del Fuego, which, with a bit of luck, no one will ever read. He holds only one major ambition: to disappear into the highlands and never return.