Thornbury, a small town near Bristol in England. It was a good place to be young, but by the time I reached my teenage years, it felt like a prison. At the first opportunity, I got out and fled a mile up the road. Over the years I moved progressively further away until I found myself in Japan. Then I moved back to Bristol.
What is the greatest thing about the place you call home?
The front door. Closed.
What turns you on creatively?
The mundane. I get ideas doing mindless things like washing up or taking a shower. Keep that in mind next time you read one of my stories…
What is your favorite word, and can you use it in a poetic sentence?
I don’t have a favourite word, though I’m more fond of some than others. ‘Elastic’ springs to mind. I like the sounds of the words Americans use to describe their natural world. ‘Sequoia’, ‘Shenandoah’ and ‘Tournefortia’ are particularly lovely. I couldn’t begin to construct a poetic sentence with – or without – any of those words.
What is your pet peeve?
I don’t have a pet; I have a zoo… Though one of them is the phrase ‘pet peeve’.
What defines Matthew Roy Davey?
That would depend on who you spoke to. I’m afraid I don’t really know and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t tell you! I think people, like any decent work of art, have no definitive interpretation. There is no full stop.
Matthew Roy Davey lives in Bristol, England. He has won the Dark Tales and The Observer short story competitions and been long-listed for the Bath Flash Fiction award and the Reflex Flash Fiction competition. He has recently been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His short story ‘Waving at Trains’ has been translated into Mandarin and Slovenian. Matthew is also an occasional lyricist for prog-rock weirdos Schnauser. He has no hobbies.