I write literary fiction, from my home in northeast Connecticut. Trees surrounding the house include white oak, sugar maple, elm, blue spruce, weeping spruce, holly, juniper, black birch, Japanese maple, rose of sharon. Wee flora include clover, scarlet pimpernel and purple loosestrife. One vine is all alone, bines are nonexistent.

I'm partial to the typefaces Janson Text LT, Palatino and Weiss.

My novel-in-progress, Seelie Catch, is all about myth and musing, and cumber hearts and quippish souls, and the promise of ancient names. Many trees are noted, none of them die. No one dies.

I am the founding editor of the perfectly respected literary journal Gone Lawn, which I understand you've heard of.

If you have a presence on Bluesky and/or Facebook then feel free to connect with me there. Otherwise, I can be reached at owenwyke13@gmail.com

Seelie Catch, a novel in seven follies

2013 : All Our Animal Dead : [A-Minor]
2013 : The Well Wishers : [Cease, Cows - September]
2013 : The Free Sounds: House of X : [Cease, Cows - May]
2013 : A Language of Trenches : ["Word Swell" (anthology)]
2011 : Sound and Sky : [Anemone Sidecar Chapter 15]
2011 : The Free Sounds: House of the Letter L [Café Irreal]
2010 : An Audible Palace : [Exclusive #3]
2010 : Leisure : [Kill Author #10]
2007 : Growing Home : [Snow Monkey #18 (print)]
2007 : Climbing the People : [Snow Monkey #18 (print)]
2006 : Hills of Teeth : [Spinning Jenny (print)]

(2010-ongoing)
A journal of word-things