Spinning wheels in wet ruts, the spray of muddy water: rainbows. I would love to, I would love to I would love to, I will never. Who’s at home to …
A flash flood of hailstones (Tom Doig)
I woke up with an icepick headache. It felt like an alcoholic horse had pissed in my mouth. I lay in my sleeping bag trying not to retch, struggling to …
Believing in the Book: Finlay Lloyd’s new smalls
Review by Phill Stamatellis The death of the book has become a tiresome mantra that in recent years has reached fever pitch. That beast Amazon has stretched its tentacles beyond …
What everyone said (Fikret Pajalic)
My next-door neighbour on the left moved out one day. I didn’t know when and I didn’t see him leave. He just left. Vanished. He was a quiet, stooped fellow …
posthumous (Mark Roberts)
1. he did show some promise. those early poems were acclaimed politely but honestly by the right people & he hoped for meetings with publishers, small print runs & launches …
Goodness and Dangerous Freedom: Beryl Fletcher’s Juno & Hannah
Review by Tristan Foster The story opens with a river in flood. The rain has kept Juno and Hannah inside, and at the first opportunity they hurry out, down to …
A MERCHANT OF E-CULTURE: an interview with Editia’s Charlotte Harper
What’s the future of publishing? It’s a fair question, an important question, and if there’s anyone who might be able to provide an answer, or even just a few hints, …
Olive (Stuart Barnes)
O love, how did you get here? O embryo Remembering, even in sleep, Your crossed position. I didn’t call you. I didn’t call you at all. Love, love, the low …
He auditioned for Romeo (Tarion Keelan)
My life was becoming more and more real in this new world that I had found for myself, and some days even passed without me thinking of David. But when …
ishmael (Mark Roberts)
coming at dawn to swim in the ocean baths they find a dead whale half the size of the pool floating like a cut puppet fins & tail tugged by …