#luke winter

Where do stories come from? Do they ever end? Using the lemniscate and ampersand symbols as starting points, Luke Winter asks how stories and journeys are similar in this visual art exhibition

I have a story, Flux, in Dark Mountain 18, Fabula. A collection of fictions about the near future. Honored to be included alongside writers like Paul Kingsnorth and Kirsty Logan.

You can listen to an audio version of the story here for free.

My novella Expectations Are The Thieves of Joy was launched on a full moon in Edinburgh, the city its story takes place in. Thank you to the mad coven of barmy characters that inspired this tale to come to life, some of whom made it to the launch. Seeing people from across all the years of my life in one room was like sticking my heart in a microwave. I thought that I might burst. Thank you to Typewronger Books for hosting, and all those who came out to play.

My latest book is back from the printers!

Stories for Strangers 3 is a collection of twenty new stories that were written for strangers in streets and fields around the world. It's a little thrill of a book, the kind that you can read from start to finish in one sitting. It delves into and out of lots of encounters.

It includes stories about taxidermy and feminism, stories that led to marriage proposals, stories for biker gangs in the desert in Texas, stories about toxic masculinity in English Cathedral towns, stories about fairytales in Manhattan.

Life Is Weird Enough

!*!*!*!*Nuuu Zine*!*!*!*!

This zine is stories inside stories about stories within a story.  This is a story that happened to me, or around me, or a story in which i was in some parts of the orbit.  The zine contains five different stories, which weave around each other.  Revolving around fate, consumerism, misery, miracles and names. 

This zine's lovingly made from four different types of paper, hand cut and machine stitched.  I've jazzied the jackets with the top players of my pencil case. 

Granada in my dreams again. Been slow and unsocial for the past month, working on a new book, commissions, a little photo book, my van, and a thousand side projects. Going to be in seclusion a little longer, preparing a big road trip. Hungering to be in the streets again soon, and writing for perfect strangers. 

Light to all y'all.