Hello, I'm Thomas.

When I was five years old, I borrowed a red school exercise book.  On the front, I wrote "POEMS, BY T.T.".  On the back I wrote an author bio covering my brief life so far, and pencilled in a smiling jacket cover photograph.  It took me two years to reach the final page.

I like to hope my poetry has improved since "POEMS, BY T.T.", though I know I still have a long way to go and always will.  I'm English, from Cambridge, but I live in Philadelphia because I met and married my muse.  Much of my work has been written for Firinel, which makes a change from the otherwise interminable writing about death.

Someone once told me that while I may not be the world's best poet, I have a nose for bad work, and thus at least I can filter out the worst of my own work before presenting it to the world.  If they were correct, it may explain why most of the work that anyone sees is formal: I delete most of my attempts at non-metrical verse in exasperation, but produce sonnets, triolets, ballades, and villanelles as though they're going out of fashion, which of course they have.

I'm not sure what else to say, but I'm sure if anything else is needed it will come out.  It's a pleasure and an honour to meet you all.

Good to meet you, Thomas.  Looking forward to reading more of your work