E. P is an experimental poet and artist who works using a confessional form to transform the traditions of British creators. She would have been a folklorist, but that pays even less than poetry.
She was born in London and was raised on a diet of Lewis Carol and working class values. Her father instilled her with the practical but superfluous skills of skinning and gutting a menagerie of creatures that are definitely not readily available in the council estate she was raised on. Her mother was the first to inform her of her origins; not Irish immigrants and chapped handed East-enders but the liminal world of the fairy people. A cockney Changling who cant spell. Perhaps this is why she has found her home in the in-between world of verse, and why she has a propensity for talking about herself in the third person.