That’s the thing about this business. Some days you sparkle like a teenage vampire. Some days you feel as though you’ve walked through the remains of an exploded dhrishti …
Instinct (Angela Meyer)
My burrow smells like animal shit and typist underarms. There is also the earth. Sigmund greets me with a hiss and I take him from the glass and let him …
THE INDEPENDENT SPIRIT: an interview with Laurie Steed
ALEC PATRIC There used to be just one or two record stores you could go to find the good shit. This was before the Internet made everything instantly and eternally …
Masdok the Madman in his Fever (Miles Allinson)
The ground has become sludgy where the river overflowed in March. In gumboots, carrying his wooden hunting rifle, he goes into the forest, with the mud sucking at his feet, …
The House of Wives (Jennifer Compton)
1. Ah – he said. Camogli. Casa delle mogli. The house of wives. Because their husbands were fishermen and so always at sea. . Or it can mean houses …
The Book of Rachael (Leslie Cannold)
When I was five years old, our ewe gave birth to a lamb. He was white and had eyes as black as olives. Shona and I named him Timba. Two …
Reading between the lines (Molly Guy)
Carmel sitting in the dark in an art house cinema having a sub-titled experience.
HIDDEN BOOKS: an interview with Leslie Cannold
ALEC PATRIC There are books we buy and then hide afterwards. They become our secrets. Sometimes they’re so difficult to keep, we get rid of the evidence. We won’t admit …
she died (Molly Guy)
lying face down (pissed) in a pool of her own vomit more than anything else as a child she’d longed to be able to see into the future
THE ACHE IN CONNECTION: an interview with Angela Meyer
ALEC PATRIC We begin in fantasy. Daydreams are luscious zones of time that we dwell within for weeks, months and years. Somewhere within these spaces the idea emerges, of a …