David was born in Inverness. He spent his youth in Balintore, Easter Ross, before moving to Glasgow in 2012. He has been many things: potter, factory worker, tree planter, farm roguer, programme assistant, screen printer, KP, but always a poet.
He has published three pamphlets of poetry: Ribbons and Rust, Black Box and Scenes from a God Movie (read a review). He has performed at events throughout Scotland and England, including the Edinburgh Book Festival, Scottish Poetry Library, AyeWrite!, The Poetry Club, Poetry at Inn Deep, Last Monday, the London Enemies project and Tell it Slant. His work has been displayed at StAnza poetry festival.
He has been published widely online and in print, with work appearing in Bath Magg, The Dark Horse, New Writing Scotland, Gutter, Glasgow Review of Books, One Hand Clapping and Ink, Sweat & Tears, amongst others.
He was shortlisted for the 2020 Edwin Morgan Award and placed second in the 2020 Gloucestershire Open Poetry Competition. Two of his poems have been nominated for Best of Net. He is the recipient of a Dewar Arts Award, has been shortlisted for a New Writers Award and placed second in the 2016 Alistair Buchan prize. He was part of the 2018/19 Clydebuilt poetry scheme and holds a Masters in Creative Writing from the University of Glasgow. He was co-editor of ‘Under’, a poetry and prose anthology released in 2017, and has delivered a range of poetry workshops and talks across Scotland.
This website is a showcase of David’s work, for good or ill.
“The experience of reading David's poems is utterly absorbing. His words - always tender, always astute, always attuned to the world’s variety - probe at mysteries without untangling them. There’s such delicate music here. I leave his poems with more questions ringing in my ears - and more emotions bursting within me - than I started. You couldn’t ask for anything else in a writer. “
- Colin Herd, University of Glasgow/Poet
“David is a poet whose fine craft carries the authenticity of his voice and poignancy of his memories to the reader over rising seas. I think of the boat builder polishing slats of golden wood as he forms lines of poetry in his mouth and mind. Prepare to be rocked gently, swept away, buoyed up and sung to from shore to shore.”
- JL Williams, Poet