Charles Wheeler is a writer and performance poet who seems to know everybody in the Leicester cultural scene without knowing how they all know each other. He presumes they have secret parties or something, probably while he’s playing chess on his phone. Charles started writing poetry in earnest as a balance to long-form writing, craving the rush of actually finishing something, and drawn to the thrill of turning out a bunch of words in the morning, memorising them in the afternoon and performing them in the evening for a terrifyingly instant feedback loop. He’ll probably practice more than that, though, but he has to wash the pots first. Outside of writing, Charles reads, stays affordably behind the times on videogames, keeps pet rats, referees pro wrestling, and organises politically with Leicester Socialist Party. He always seems to be on late at House of Verse because he’s had to go to a wedding.