Ben Winch

writer / rocker


When my first band folded in 1993 my dad suggested I try my hand at prose-writing. A freelance journalist and unpublished novelist himself, he gave me the information I needed to have a short-lived but educational career, living on arts grants and publishing two novels before I moved alone to Tasmania in 1997. It didn’t last, since I resented the compromises necessary to keep getting published, not to mention the isolation I felt I needed to write, but it gave me the confidence to still think of myself as a writer twenty years later, and to never stop writing.

Hand Drawn Heart

Online journal




Psychedelic pulp



Brothers of the Head

Post-rock poetry



Liadhen / My Boyfriend’s Father

Teen noir